Love remains a secret is a photograph by Sharon Mau which was uploaded on July 4th, 2015.
Love remains a secret
I touch God in my song as the hill touches the far-away sea with its waterfall . The butterfly counts not months but moments . and has time enough .... more
by Sharon Mau
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Love remains a secret
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I touch God in my song as the hill touches the far-away sea with its waterfall . The butterfly counts not months but moments . and has time enough . Let my love . like sunlight . surround you and give you illumined freedom .
Love remains a secret even when spoken . for only a lover truly knows that he is loved . Emancipation from the bondage of the soil is no freedom for the tree . In love I pay my endless debt to thee for what thou art - Rabindranath Tagore
A beautiful Tiger Swallowtail Butterfly on Lilac | Black and White Macro Photography
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Bijan Pirnia
One night a Chinese sage had a dream in which he was a butterfly fluttering over meadows and gardens. When he woke up, he sat at the edge of his bed and thought, "Am I a human who just dreamed he was a butterfly or am I a butterfly who is now dreaming he's a human." good question. I'm reminded of a statement by Edgar Alan Poe : ALL THAT WE ARE OR SEEM TO BE IS A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM.
Sharon Mau
I touch God in my song as the hill touches the far-away sea with its waterfall . The butterfly counts not months but moments . and has time enough . Let my love . like sunlight . surround you and give you illumined freedom . Love remains a secret even when spoken . for only a lover truly knows that he is loved . Emancipation from the bondage of the soil is no freedom for the tree . In love I pay my endless debt to thee for what thou art - Rabindranath Tagore