There are days when the white clouds look like flocks of birds, which will descend to destroy the flowers. Their menacing shapes symbolize evil, out to destroy happiness. I desperately want to spread a net on the flowers, or cover them with my body to protect.

There are days when I think that the sky reflects the blooms below, and will transform into a heavenly garden. I foresee the blooms growing taller to meet their counterparts up there, supported by the soil and greens below, and a murmuration of birds saluting the union.


reflect innermost struggles

I find myself


Thursday Photo Prompt #Writephoto

9 thoughts on “Mindset

  1. This is really an amazing piece. I am loving your imagination here. Thank you so much for seeing, writing, and sharing this. I hope a lot of people will read it.

    I too love the notion of ground flowers meeting sky flowers to hold “hands.”

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    1. Thank you so much! We create and destroy worlds inside ourbrains. The problem is that your neurology does not know it is not real. It reacts as if the thoughts have happened.


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