A garden of thoughts.








Sitting alone onto the life boat, observing my garden of thoughts. Picking only fruits of love and atop all thoughts I bring them above. There is love, there is nature to seek, where all goodness rest and speak. Love is the cell, love is the blood, are merged together to a big green flood. Moving around the body and penetrating the skin in a beautiful drive, shaping the heart, mind and soul and make them alive. Now I am embracing the deep root of my thoughts, savoring sweetness and tickles they brought. Ego has no place here at all, no solace if losing the natural self and fall.
By Rim Salamouny




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