this farewell bouquet; delicate orchids look down – old ways will not last. Words and photos by Stephanie Mohan Advertisements
I’m disappearing; to a small coastal village – living the dharma.
The blink of an eye; A moment to stop and see – Relaxed and open.
The lion and the inner child; my courage has found me – heading in the right direction.
Vase full of colour; a gift of love and laughter – may the fun begin.
Watching my face; you notice the smallest shift and devour my reluctance; coming up from the darkest depths of the ocean , I see your courage and find my determination to surface.
Trusting perception; getting into hot water – these peas are not cooked.
in deepest slumber; forest nymph lies unseen – only the trees know.
Three black cockatoos; the divine came visiting – their message received. Words and photo by Stephanie Mohan – May 2016