A flower.
A symbol for beauty. For magnificence. And for wonder. It is an inspiration that makes us bloom fully into greater fields of majesty and radiance. So that we can also be the inspiration of others.
A flower.
A symbol for love. In all its faces. And In its universal and exceptional sense. A love that will forever be cherished as it heightens the fragrance of life and brightens up the shadows in one’s dreams.
A flower.
A symbol for life. For being. For existence. It is a bud where our fruits grow from and from where we find the splendor of our existence. It is a life that flourishes into a garden of wisdom, of beauty and of love, where our purpose is being harvested until the time we finished serving that purpose, and we wither and die.
At this point, let us take you to a moment when a flower is trapped in the confines of ruthless and work-driven Manila.
Friday, July 4, 2008
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