Blossoming
Apricot tree, apricot tree...
Your are a gift in this cold spring.
For my eyes,
for my soul
and
for the bees,
guests of
my garden.
I put your colors
on a tissue.
And now
I hear the song
from your branches
in bloom.
When the sun rises I think of a new day as a new world I want to meet. So,in my eyes I see the colour of a rose full of dew drops. In my mind are all the wonderful places i saw or hope to see and in my heart there is the emotion of a new adventure. Come with me in my world of beauty!
- The creation of something new is not accomplished by the intellect but by the play instinct acting from inner necessity. The creative mind plays with the objects it loves.
- Carl Jung
Kandinsky
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
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