from the leaf-buds to snowy virginity of bloom…It was like a flute song forgotten in another existence and remembered again. What? How? Why? This singing she heard that had nothing to do with her ears. The rose of the world was breathing out smell. It followed her through all her waking moments and caressed her in her sleep. Quotes

“From barren brown stems to glistening leaf-buds”

“From barren brown stems to glistening leaf-buds”

“The bud of victory is always in the truth.”

“I’m a complicated man, with complicated taste buds.”

“I am just a leaf. Just a leaf falling from the tree so that a new bud may grow.”

“Life is like a bud, it always dreams to bloom like a flower.”

“Life is worth living when God throws His Divine dice in your favor. HE has slow-stirred my life with Wisdom and discernment about all manners of people; which is no secret agent in my soul sauce, it brings flavour to the taste buds of God's blessings in my life with extra side orders of favor.”

“Problems,” lamented Duncan. “They never seem to end.”“Do they even end in the first place?”Duncan grimaced, “If only we know when they begin, we might be able to nip it in the bud before it putrefies.”“Not everyone recognizes the bud when it manifests itself,” interjected Juliette.“Quite true,” agreed Duncan.“But what is life without hurdles?” Juliette remarked, philosophical.“Some of us simple folk prefer smooth sailing lives,” he deadpanned.“What can I say?” she smiled, shrugging. “To each his own.”

“Though some may see their shortcomings as the greatest evil from the pit of hell, while some throw invectives at God for bringing them into a cruel, problematic world. These shortcomings are transient, the greatest evil does its work and needs no interrogation, their invectives are just a waste of time, and the world is the most sweetest to those with a functional taste buds.”

“I think that the best kind of change, is the change that comes from the inside and begins it's way out until it emerges on the outside; a change that is born underneath then continues and spreads until it has reached the surface. That's a true change. A powerful change. And I have found that while we are emerging, changing into something glorious; it is actually us becoming who we really are. A water lily is born underneath the water, inside the soil at the bottom of the river or lake. And the water lily has always been a water lily for that whole time that it was sprouting out of the wet soil, reaching up through the dark water towards the sunlight, stretching and grasping for the surface; where it then buds and blooms on the outside in the sunshine. It doesn't bud and bloom on the surface and then try to reach down below into the soil.”

“There is a budding tomorrow in midnight.”