Take that wagon, and leave, she is walking.

I only hear what I hear.  

Scattered energies on the planet.

We are so tuned to the movement of the earth itself,

adapted, sensing of the comfort as well as the discomfort.

We can be the predator, at the same time, can be the protector.

Always, the choice is left in us.

Water element - our emotions, intentions, how we interact with each other, 

through the way we interact, how we exchange our emotions/thoughts/spirit,

will be traced, marked on this energy field.

Compassion, comes in from the beneath of the earth, from the real bottom 

when you hit on the ground once.

Silence within, otherwise we won`t hear the essence of the earth.

`Anyone can become angry - that is easy. But to be angry with the right person, to the right degree, at the right time, for the right purpose, and in the right way - that is not easy` - a quote from Aristotle.

The title of this kaleidoscopic photograph is, `Metamorphosis - Cleansing of the wavelength - the 4th period of human trial, 8th star forward`, from 23rd December 2018.

Connecting dots, seeing the light.

Connecting dots, nothing is wasted.

All the stumbling upon, seeing through the cause & consequences of all that is beyond my own nose.

One day, it will prevail in its own course.

No more decorative adding up necessary.

No, is not negative.

No, is an act of protection.

Toward the desirable status of my own skin.

The essence of my own heart, connecting to my own infinity.

No matter what, no noise along.

For knowing my own self-worth.

My heart leads a path along with love and compassion

The title of this kaleidoscopic photograph is, `Altering what is being observed`, from 26th December 2018.

Telling a story - Please tell me a story, that is what we used to ask as a child?

Before you sleep, for making yourself comfortable.

I liked listening to a story as a little girl, I liked talking a story as a mother. Even though, you always ended up drifting away to sleep in the middle. That condition would have comforted you.

The nights, when somehow we are adapted to sleep, those cycles of daily conditions were, as if going to another world, where my parents don’t belong, no my brother, no any of my friends with me. It was as if going on a trip, a night trip alone could have been exciting trips, could have been slightly afraid of for its uncertainty.

Those seeds, how we planted, we never know, how it would turn out to blossom.

 The title of this kaleidoscopic photograph is, `The talks on the ship`, from 20th April 2017.