Poppies grow in an open meadow, where my bare feet walk the high grass. The soft wind brushes my hair, and tickles my skin until I have goosebumps. I sway my white dress on the sound, of soft piano music playing in the background, and I smile like the sun shining in the sky. Happiness is a feeling of peace and light, born deep in the heart in the middle of spring. Choices cause us to grow like wildflowers – like poppies they drench us in our own blood, until we shine brighter than the great eastern sun. I choose to be happy in this moment, where the summer smiles at me, in the silence of complete solitude. I find a place under a tree on the hill, where I sit down and meditate, so I can hold onto to this moment a little longer. My hands are open ready to receive, the greatest blessing Heaven can give me, but in this moment of patient waiting, I learn to close my eyes and feel the Spirit, whispering softly in the summer winds. As I gently flutter my eye-lids open, the red poppies smile at me, as they fill me with the deepest peace. Letting go of the past and the future, forces me to live in the moment of this day, where I learn to dance in the rain, with my arms and my heart wide open, until every cell is filled the deepest sense of joy. And in this moment of pure enlightenment, I learn that the cross is never heavier, than my own heart can bare, and that my heart is so much stronger, than I could ever imagine!
The sun rises at the horizon, and on the green grasslands, flowers start to grow, in the early morning light. I am allowed to choose, the colors of these flowers, so, I choose the color blue, to help them dwell in the Spirit, until the end of their lives. And yet, the longer I keep looking, at this sea of endless blue, the more my heart calls me, to choose one more. One more color to express, the love within my heart, that flows on the sweet sound, of violin and piano music, playing Ballade Pour Adeline. I choose the color white, to express the purity, that love finds within the soul, of a kind heart that is, filled with the sweetest scents, of vanilla and honey, that attracts every life form, in one single breath. The sunbeams on the horizon, enhancing the blue and white, of these millions of flowers, and my small contribution, makes me cry, tears of pure joy, and as the sound, of the Ballad Pour Adeline, slowly fades away, love is the only feeling that stays!
The world fades, as pink roses bloom. The bell rings, and in the distance, sounds the whistle, of an old black steam train, awakening the nostalgia, like the perfume of roses, awakens my soul, in the heart of friendship. I chime the tower clock, while the organ plays, our favorite symphony, as white doves fly away, on the warm summer breeze, that my heart releases, at the beginning of winter. The open fire crackles, wrapping its warmth around me, like a warm blanket, on a cozy Sunday afternoon. The tea in my hands, smells like cinnamon and apples, while the hot carrot cake, lays untouched on my plate. And as the first snowflakes fall, I curl up in your arms, where belonging is the same, as being home on a cold winter day!
A life lived without love,
would kill the strongest flower,
but surrounded by love,
even the smallest flower shall bloom.
In order to give our love,
we need to receive it as well.
It is a vicious circle,
that we desperately need to survive.
We find love through companionship,
through a gentle touch,
or a simple conversation.
In order to really love in life,
we need to look around,
and love each other.
Just like flower petals,
wrapping themselves around one another,
that is how I need you,
to wrap your arms around me.
For my emotions to be unlocked,
I need your love to fill me up.
Overwhelm me with your presence,
however small or fragile it may be,
and I will smile again,
and live again!
Soft silky hues, transmit my soul into a dream world, of sweet lavender aromas, and honey tasting kisses. I live inside Your soul, where cinnamon fragrances, make me feel home.
I taste the vanilla on my lips, and I breathe in the air of soft roses. Arms like strong walls form a fortress – safe is Your heart that protects me. I live inside Your soul, where Your warm embrace, is a token of Your undying love.
Sweet is this lavender dream, under the willow tree, where words born in Your pure heart, stream from Your sweet lips, penetrating my soul with love. You sweep me into Your soul, where I dream a million more dreams, in this beautiful eternal world.
The purple saturates the veins,
of the blue hydrangea petals.
The white truth holds the core,
in the center of the heart.
Energy bursts like little falling stars.
The room is filled with You,
and all I see are the hydrangea petals.
The rainbow attracts the eyes,
with water through the light,
providing colorful promises.
Like the sun that brightly shines,
peace breaks through the leaves,
that holds the petals up,
with strength beyond belief.
If the petals could speak,
they would sing.
If the petals could move,
they would dance.
If the petals could touch my heart,
they already did.
Spirit of the Light,
who holds the truth,
and comforts in the night,
give me words of wisdom.
The Spirit saturates the veins,
guiding the mind to the truth,
the center of the universe,
to the heart of the Creator,
where it whispers to the soul.
Hidden in the hydrangea petals,
of blue and purple shades,
in the center of the truth,
is the love of my Father.