She was beautiful for no reason, like a poppy, like the tender smile of an infant, like a dew drop, like the sunset, like the mother-nature — the god’s ultimate expression.

Men get brave by the brave actions, they win over their fear by understanding the nature of fear.

a broken mirrortries hard to fix itselfeverytime she smiles at it

many took the leapwith the frog, only to become Basho'signoring the frog and the pond

they make lovein the sculptureson a temple wall

i don't know who proposed firstall that i remember is her smile and his shynesssays love

tamarind seedlingon a cowdung cake -green phoenix

bodhi tree dreamsof enjoying the picnicwith buddha's family