Looking into a mirror and at the same time looking into glass.
A hidden treasure in the miracle of life. We call them flowers.
It flows ever freely throughout time and space and us.
With eyes wide open.
In the space between the faintest sounds.
The sacred essence of herbs are very much a part of our lives.
The spark of life creates this gorgeous bloom.
All life and experience.
Blowing into the air.
It takes place without a voice.
Lovely the light between the trees illuminating the sleeping landscape.
Nature’s nourishing bounty.
The simple peace of hugging trees.
The rock is alive.
Nothing like the fresh and organic veg and fruits.