Best 34 quotes of Bodhi Smith on MyQuotes

after years and years of nonsense dreams, he finally dreamed of reality, and she was the light that woke him up

aloha makes perfect sense...saying hello and goodbye have an important intersection, one acknowledges the past, another the future, but both point to the moment of now, here, aloha

always remember, you are the sunshine to those who look up to you, and they are your sunbathers...so glow brightly, be that positive enlightenment that radiates joy into their hearts and fills them with warmth and positivity. so that they may do the same one day, unto all those sunbathers who look up to them

every wave says aloha as it kisses the beach...and the beach says aloha to every wave as it returns to the sea

he knew she was not a goddess, because she was much more. she was the glow from the way-beyond, and when he saw her light, felt her warmth, absorbed her energy, he knew with such a certainty, finally, what love truly was

her reflection captivates me her darkness teaches me her essence fills me her light calms me her soul caresses me... she is my fascination she is is my art she is my glow she is my love she is my dance

he saw her light and he felt, the warmth of her break through centuries of longing lost behind clouds, blocked away from her far away glow feeling her on his skin transcending into his heart permeating through his soul here was love true so close, so close he saw her light, but he knew you must find your own light, just like the light finds its own light to give back, love true

he saw her light, seeing his first look of both everything and only one thing, all together at once, all that ever did or ever will matter

how can you be holding me from doing what i want to do, when all i want to do is hold you?

i dream my photograph, and i photograph my dream...

if but a moment i have with you, one that's spent dancing, i'm content (a haiku by bodhinku)

in misty beauty never before seen, sweet sounds of a forest so serene, embracing and peaceful, so fresh and clean as birds songs are whispering their routine. those reflections gleam in the aquamarine... morning light glowing on your leaves so pristine, so angelic, so ageless and always evergreen, dance with me, my lady, my love, my queen

in photography and as in life, it is the strong contrasts between dualities that make things interesting and beautiful...particularly speaking, darkness has to exist and be present in order for light to glow, and have meaning and purpose

look at its shape, with vibrant yellows and oranges, a sunflower can brighten your day...it's as if it is smiling like a happy face painted on the sun...so if you do only one thing all day, let it be to smile, so you can brighten the day of others around you, just like the sunflower

love can sometimes achieve the impossible, just like light can sometimes shine through a rainstorm of clouds

she danced with her own reflection, absorbed in a trance of morning light, a glowing impression, whose sheer beauty was pure and simply, her timeless simplicity

she flows down from the sky and comes out of the ground in a wild and innocent spring, unspoiled, which bubbles and babbles and gathers into a creek, to flow through the forest, unspoiled, dancing in twist after turn, falling down rock walls and catching her breath in aquamarine pools below, playing with reflections of all the trees, flowing on and on and on, unspoiled, across, over, between, and down rocks, roots, and pine needles, as she nourishes everything around her she touches with her love, unspoiled... ― bodhinku, the waters unspoiled

so beautiful is the light that finally reaches your soul

the evils of ego devour the soul with darkness, destroy all hope, and eat away at any chance of experiencing the pure beauty of a glowing, unspoiled love

the higher and higher we fly on our wing of love, the smaller and smaller we appear to those who have yet discovered that they have wings

the path i follow both spiritually and literally, is metaphorically much like that of the shape of a cross, there are always distractions crossing in front of me, shorter, easier ways to the left or right, that i can chose to follow, or instead follow my heart, steady down the longer way, often the more difficult way, the right way on my own path, to where i know i need to be

there is such an unfortunate irony in photography these days. for as people pursue desires to visit and capture images of unspoiled landscapes. they inadvertently in the process turn these beautiful locations into anything but unspoiled, regardless of ideals of conservation. and more-so, so many ruin natural beauty by exploiting these magical places with their greed and dreams of success, and regrettable egos with overdeveloped look-at-me-syndromes...sadly sometimes, for so many of us, now the only way today to truly protect an unspoiled place is to not share its beautiful photo or location with anyone, anymore

there she was, so full of delicious colors, impossible not to look at, impossible not to love...so profoundly aligned into my being, with this radiance of beauty so powerful and warming, that even after she left, my world still glowed in her afterglow

this beautiful bird, a little yellow-breasted finch, landed on my windowsill...she just stopped my time flow...i looked at her, for i could see nothing else mattered in that moment, and she looked directly at me, and then turned her head slightly sideways, and then quickly back...she then sang to me a wonderful melody of tweets and chirps in harmony with the sound of sunshine glowing through her feathers...her wild and innocent essence warmed all my senses, to my core...and all of a sudden with an assured certainty, i knew everything was going to be alright

those gray clouds were always blocking out all his horizons, but in the midst of all the gloominess one day, all of a sudden, her sunrays broke through to him, her hopeful light glowed, she shined on his face, and as he turned towards her, to absorb her directly, she warmed his skin, he smiled, his heart glowing as it pulsed her throughout his body, touching her light to his soul

we are made of the sea, of the stars, of the flowers, of the sand, of the breeze...that's why it is not correct to say we are in love, for we are in everything, we are love

when you are one with the special one, love each other so freely, let your love be a moving sea of flowers between the shores of your souls

when you jump in, love is the sea...and in a sea of love, sometimes the tides cannot seem to carry you close enough, and other times they slam you into the shore, so always be the flower on the wave, carrying your tidings under your petals, joyful to be floating no matter where the sea might take you

when you see her unspoiled beauty for the first time, you realize that's why you came this way afterall in the first place

why do birds fly? because they love the art of flying...why do people love? because we love the art of loving...being in love is like being a bird and flying...so if you are not embracing love right now, you are just a bird waiting to fly

yeah, sure, the sun will age my skin, and all these giggles and smiles with you will, over time, will crack up my face and give me wrinkles...sunshine, giggles, smiles, you? that's happiness, baby i'm living!

yes, you need to cross your t's and dot your i's...but more importantly, cross your bridges and open your eyes

you are the yellow-breasted finch singing the sound of sunshine into my heart

you must find your own light, just like the like does