Don’t miss out on the poetry of living

Slowly, the light, the unknown, the other realm of newness, the spacious awareness … grows into this self I made. Into this world I made.

Slowly, cells of this body become accustomed to uncertainty of earthly existence and learn to make bliss of each second.

Slowly, love washes away fears, conflicts and attacks, restoring warm real peace of being.

I am and I am not. Being and nonbeing. Earth and heaven combined.

Perpetual movement.

Don’t miss out on the poetry of living.

©️A. Garden, 2020

Theo and Mira; Loving Life ~ an ebook