The snow in winter, the flowers in spring. There is no deeper reality.

Even the faded flower denies nothingness.

Every bird, every tree, every flower reminds me what a blessing and privilege it is just to be alive.

Smell the flower first; then call it by name.

Flowers are the music of the earth.

What I learned from the flowers: to live effortlessly.

I'm on the side of whatever keeps the flowers growing.

I have no heroes except flowers and children.