Sentient

Munich, Germany. (June, 2014)

“How does the meadow-flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.”- William Wordsworth.

Life and its seasons.
Spring,Summer, Autumn, Winter,
alternating in exchange.
It feels familiar and strangely new,
in this uncertain certainty, certain uncertainty.

There are few joys equal to a heart that is free.

Freely Yours,
delightfully Yours.