blooming

Do not allow any negativity or ugliness in your surroundings, or anybody at all, destroy your confidence or affect your growth as a blooming flower. It is very normal for one ugly weed to not want to stand alone.

I think that the best kind of change, is the change that comes from the inside and begins it's way out until it emerges on the outside; a change that is born underneath then continues and spreads until it has reached the surface. That's a true change. A powerful change. And I have found that while we are emerging, changing into something glorious; it is actually us becoming who we really are. A water lily is born underneath the water, inside the soil at the bottom of the river or lake. And the water lily has always been a water lily for that whole time that it was sprouting out of the wet soil, reaching up through the dark water towards the sunlight, stretching and grasping for the surface; where it then buds and blooms on the outside in the sunshine. It doesn't bud and bloom on the surface and then try to reach down below into the soil.

What a strange thing it is to wake up to a milk-white overcast June morning! The sun is hidden by a thick cotton blanket of clouds, and the air is vapor-filled and hazy with a concentration of blooming scent.The world is somnolent and cool, in a temporary reprieve from the normal heat and radiance.But the sensation of illusion is strong. Because the sun can break through the clouds at any moment . . .What a soft thoughtful time.In this illusory gloom, like a night-blooming flower, let your imagination bloom in a riot of color.

Meditation is blossoming of the prefrontal cortex to overcome the momentum of the nature. It is coming out of the loops of memories, patterns,fears, dreams and anger.

Scatter as a prayerescaping my lips...as orchidsblooming in clouds.

When we are smitten, we await love to be __emontant_ and to be blooming over and over again_, like remontant roses, with blossoms scenting through all the seasons of life. Passion and patience are to be good allies, though.

In the soul of a lover, it is always spring where flowers of ecstasy are always blooming. Music of love is always playing.

my gardenin the sun and in the rainand in the day and in the nightpain is a flowerpain is flowersblooming all the time.

My everlasting Summer fills heart with laughter like a blooming flower... Her diverse sounds is nature's symphony, sprinkle delight, with comfort of ocean breeze which needs no attest.. The unique every moment of soul's revival and its sun to shine...

Every flower blooms at its own pace.

In the garden of my heartFlowers of loves were bloomingNot just to express the beauty But to spread the fragrance Of happiness.

Open the bloom of your heart and become a gift of beauty to the world.

this life has been a landscape of painand still,flowersbloom in it.