Home…
Home
is safety…
Home
Is soul…
Home
Is naked….
Home
Is where my truth lies…
Home
Is where I can get into…
Home
Is home
my home….
my home….
Oh My home….
( words : Rivera…)
Home
is safety…
Home
Is soul…
Home
Is naked….
Home
Is where my truth lies…
Home
Is where I can get into…
Home
Is home
my home….
my home….
Oh My home….
( words : Rivera…)
July 25, 2012 | Categories: Wings.....Beak... & ...a...Song... | Tags: architecture, art, arts, beauty, bird, blade of grass, camera, home, hope, house, india, jungle, love, naked, nature, nest, palm, photographer, photography, poet, soul, spirit, travel, tree, truth, weaver, weaverbird, wildlife | 20 Comments
Travel to be in the wilds....with an eye for elephants...Iam in search of self..& sometimes I DO find meaning ..." like snow , one has to wash oneself of one's own self..." ..to explore one's own end..and I prefer to be an unseen silent observer..... Nature I believe.. speaks when you are silent ..and is silent when you speak...