As I watch the play of light in various places as the sun tracks east to west across the sky.
I wander in the play of light,
Just as treasures are not found from this earth,
Appears from a peaceful mind, and then,…I walk safely through the amaze of lives,
We need the light that in nature creates the color and In the picture creates the light.
Ketika aku mengamati permainan cahaya di berbagai tempat saat matahari melintang dari timur ke barat melintasi langit.
Aku mengembara dalam permainan cahaya, sama seperti harta yang tidak ditemukan dari bumi ini, muncul dari pikiran yang damai, dan kemudian, … Aku berjalan dengan aman melalui kehidupan yang menakjubkan,
Kita membutuhkan cahaya yang di alam menciptakan warna dan Dalam gambar menciptakan cahaya.
THE WILTING MOMENT
It is really hurt
Part by part fell apart
Wisdom of the wind
The gift of mother nature
The perfect harmony for livings.
May 20. 2017
My dear friends, “If my words are just nothing then I won’t write them down”.
I am always confused by so many flowers even a single one is beautiful
Between sky and wind, Wild cane never stop dancing
God created the world and Men carved it to live with
RAY OF LIGHT
The moon and year pass and disappear forever, but the most beautiful moments shine through the ray of light.
I am always amazed by the mist, they are housing many mysteries.
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LIFE IS A CHOICE is a week quote-theme that I have been posting on my FB Account. It is based on date of our new days in 2016. Each day is a frame of my photographic picture with my own quote.
My sincere gratitude to Natalie has reblogged “OUR FIRST STEP” on her tremendous blog
Here I repost on this blog. Comment and thought are very much appreciated and my gratitude to all of you dear blogging friends for being with me at any time. Enjoy them.
The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web. – Pablo Picasso –
The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship. – William Blake –
Flowers of the high tree
fell down in gravity
most touched the ground
only some stuck on lower branches
few are on a nice place
I will never know which one is me
when is not like earth to earth
ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
fly the seven layers of skies
Metamorphic cycle disconnected