I plant the grain of Love.

It grows in perfectness and love under cover of the earth.

The harmonic melody of the earth brings a man and the living into accord.

The fragile fruit of the nature nourishes from the light of love,

bares its hidden beauty with the perfect shapes,

unique colours and outlines.

It is like a birth of a child, that comes into the Wordl of light.

The pain, the suffering, the torture are forgotten.

The warm laughter of the earth, of the sunrays and of the people heats up

our soul and teaches us thanksgiving.

Born and gone. I’ll be back again but not the same.

Here I am, I paint other pictures, other forms and shadows,

those I have been through someday before.

Nothing is similar around us. There is no snowflake like the other,

it is so as I am – here it is and it’s suddenly gone

in a form of a tiny drop steaming up to the place of its rebirth.

And it’ll be back.Back again, but not the same.

The eternity inspires confidence in me.

I live and nothing misses.

I am the seed of love that never dies –I am.