Seeing just a seagull soaring in the sky in its purest nature is a challenge of sorts. Do I see a bird or a symbol?
Florida landscape is lush and beautiful. Sometimes it resembles Japanese silk painting, and sometimes you can spot a sleeping gator by the pond from your patio.
Language can change our perception of things, especially when we look at them through the prism of playfully coined neologism.
Nature is the truest artist of all. Whatever it carves at the very moment, it sets free, like spontaneously carved wooden sculpture out of the fallen pine on the beach.
Discovering nature's green wombs fills you with awe-inspiring moments, especially when it happens serendipitously during casual Sunday walk in downtown.
The act of reflection requires two players, for we all reflect each other; therefore, Narcissism has no dimension.
In its purest form, there are no vampires or parasites in nature.Nothing is more unnatural than concepts.
At the coffee shop, we slide back into yesterday with no masks or half-faced people. What if it's still yesterday.
The moth steers you into the unknown as it lands by your door know, honoring stillness.
When you're fully immersed in the present moment, in a way, you become quicksilver like: moving fluidly, never the same, flowing like a cloud and empty enough to appreciate what is around.
Scrub-Jays are Florida native birds. Watching them in Jonathan Dickinson State Park is a truly rewarding experience. They teach you how to blend with the environment that sustains their life.
From the bridge one can discern the subtle realms unfolding right in front of us.
Contemplating nature allows you to morph into everything that surrounds you.
Nature's Book resembles a palimpsest. Beyond the visibility it's always the concealed symbols to be revealed.
Watching the sunset is always a spellbinding experience, especially, when the Florida Sun throws its blazing parchment over the Loxahatchee River.
In Florida scrubland, one can discover the true magic of shifting hues and shapes.
Trees have their own soul, exposed in their flowing roots and green, leafy green domes.
Nature doesn't know ups and downs, good or bad, ugly or beautiful. When sandhill cranes show up on the sidewalk, they redeem its grayness with the cracks and blisters just by landing. In oneness, all is beautiful.
Life is a continuous painting. Dropping frames to feel lighter.
In nature, all is one. As above, so below.
Finding Zen in Wildlife's Spontaneous Beauty.
Tapping into the Spring's subtle vibes allow us to wake up our fifty three senses.
Poetry Is All Around Us As We Put Things Together In Random Beauty.
Sketching nature poetically is the best way to be fully grounded and present.
It's in the void we manifest the best of possible realities.
Sometimes it takes to go beyond the eyeballs to appreciate nature's flow and beauty.
Drama in the grain of sand, countless lifetimes, happening at the same time.
Dan Brown's thought provoking novel "Origin" gives us new insight into our origin and destiny as a human race. Who Are We? Where Are We Going?
Portals of True Love is a story of finding your soulmate not out of need but rather from being so full that your heart spills over. It's so much to tell and share.
Nature's book has no straight lines. Fragments connect between the lines.
Random shadows, skipping around your feet
We exist as long as we reflect in something
Beach Smoothed by the jagged waves-- Suspended In the sky-rise of gray Tone-stairs.