tale of purity

purity disguised as a weed, yet I like it, because these flowers never wither, but comforts with awesome pictures once we learn to recognize the personal dreams in the eyes  of other. Colors talk in case we want to listen. See flames of memory... for the dicovery of...oneself.

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speechless cry

While talking about universal peace, it seems everything is so clear. We need just to recognize ourselves in others and to act accordingly. While looking at a flower (or the pavement brick- at anything at hand) it is just hard not to see the widely opened eyes of oneself. These discoveries comforts and supports, the peace guides me by replacing all the questions into the firm trust in God's care for us and His incredible love. That's fine in spite of the fact that my eyes rarely shine. While feeling myself as the grateful giant, I am to rest in sick body of the disabled... though it is easy to explain the cause of my jobless-ness and the consequent financial impotence, yet it is so hard to admit that I need to beg for the things (for example, the computer and its maintenance) that are just obligatory for the sharing of my pictures ... for a free.
Though I have arranged lots of exhibitions already and received lots of wonderful feedbacks, my artworks didn't earn a penny to me - I collected just the huge dept, thus I question myself, what's the cost of beauty? Have I the right to talk about the benefits of the positive thinking and the alike matters?
I know just one - I have no right to live silently. My head bones were broken in 1974 and I walked on the edge of the death, but the miracle happened - I was returned to life. Though I am very sick, yet I have no outward signs of any disability. In other words I just must to share my gratitude with all on my road.
Thank you for your help to do that, to fulfill my mission. Your hearty feedbacks help me to forget my limitations and to participate in life fiesta - to glorify God for His help to stay alive till now.

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Time to blossom

It is time to blossom out, thus my digitals sparkle with color. Spring changes the pavement bricks from underfoot into the dream garden...

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mystery of a close-up

as we take a close-up, even the simple shot becomes the mysterious picture, the documentary evidence reminds the fairy tales then. The real miracle happens at a close-up: we rcognize our day-to-day being in the colors of the fantasy.

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wings of the gratitude

I stopped and my eyes were dropped on a sidewalk (please click on the above image for the full size). That happened unexpectedly (unconsciously) but it was worthy indeed the deeper examination. The picture looked like a dirty puddle, but it was so just at a first glimpse. Though it would be easy to recognize my helplessness in the disabler's gazing underfoot, yet the nose of the dependent on the family was
suddenly raised up. A smile inhabited my eyes anew. I wasn't left alone and my low shoes were not wet, but otherwise - hundreds of faces were joyfully looking at me from the picture - the recognition of myself in others as comforted as supported me. The listening to the inside whispers opened my eyes, made me well motivated to share the discovered good news with all on my road. Thus I blossomed out with the hearty thank you, dear God, for the awakening.

Thank you, my dear Top Etrecard droppers, thank you dear fellows from all blogging platforms. Your presence heals me from all my fears and puts on the wings of the gratitude - just miraculously changes the reality I am to face.

Top droppers on Entrecard:

• ThinkingOutLoudBlog.com
• Following 31
• Septagon Studios Inc News Blog
• The Everyday Adventurer
• Three Fates Design - Beaded Jewelry
• Communication Exchange

My feed showed just five address, yet this list should go endlessly. I would like to thank
Alexander M Zoltai , Amritbir Kaur , kml , The Photographic Aspect ... and many-many others too.
THANK YOU! to all of you.

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faces on a causeway

The spiritual healing by the fine arts starts at a moment we recognize ourselves in others ...

yet it's easy to twist the sense. It's enough to pronounce the words of truth a quote (the learning by heart do not need thinking). Thus there is now wonder that while one recognizes oneself in a mirror, other discovers himself in the stones on a causeway.

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