We are light threads Stretched between sky and earth Like a giant lyra Vibrating under cosmic fingers. We are boxes with precious jewels Carefully kept by artist lapidarist. We are tubes of million colors Entwined, never blended. We are white silk veils' dance Frenetic or mild, hypnotic ballet. We are tiny bottles of spring trees’ … Continue reading We are
Somewhere in the mist of morning, Arrive! You, the one who feels like love. May every moment feel like you! I give up efforts of trying, Instead I write soothing poetry of love. Not enough is written of love, Not enough is sung of love. Love is my emotion Love is my voice Love is … Continue reading A song of love ~ a poem
We never say “I love you”. In love, “you” and “I” dissolve. “We are love” we often affirm. We dance flying in a substance of the same composition and consistency as we are made of. Suddenly, an idea appears. We follow it. We play with it. We make it bigger and more beautiful. We sense … Continue reading Theo and Mira ~ Playing with Life, preview
Good morning, inner sunshine Good morning, inner world Good morning, home of my Soul Good morning, angels of light Good morning, sea of love Good morning, birds of new beginning This new day sings words of praise This new day celebrates seeing This new day feels soft and warm This new day opens a portal … Continue reading Good morning, inner life – poem by A.Garden
A Festival of Love Am I Andreea Garden, June 2017
Just these two words He spoke changed my life, “Enjoy Me.” What a burden I thought I was to carry - a crucifix, as did He. Love once said to me, “I know a song, would you like to hear it?” And laughter came from every brick in the street and from every pore in … Continue reading “Laughter came from every brick” poem by St. Teresa of Avila
Hello, dear friends. I apologize for holding back my expressions. I felt confused lately. Thanks to a loyal friend who relentlessly supports my work, encouraging me to write and post regardless, @New England Nomad, I came back to my senses, my real senses. I write because I enjoy it and makes me feel alive. All rest … Continue reading Practicing the Art of Life Appreciation
In the train flying window glimpses like doors open and close light speed. Yesterday, I had a glimpse that I loved. Today, the darling glimpse again, Yet longer. Tomorrow, perhaps, if ... That glimpse Is my life. ©Andreea Garden, October 2016 Image from Unsplash. Thank you!