Keys Indigenous People Hold to Our Becoming

If our goal is becoming fully alive, Filled with peace and joy of being, What keys do indigenous people everywhere hold for us? “Respect the Earth and Ocean as you would your dearest grandmother. Respect the Sky as you would your dearest grandfather. Watch and listen in silence. Listen to and watch attentively your fully … Continue reading Keys Indigenous People Hold to Our Becoming

The World from Now’s Point of View

There is nothing to think about the world. From Now’s point of view, the world is but an image projected onto retina of the eye, combined with sound. Occasionally, throw in some tactile sensations. Now’s perspective is useful (indispensable even) when seeking real love and everlasting happiness. P. S. What is not Now’s perspective, surely … Continue reading The World from Now’s Point of View

All about spirituality

Inside is warm and comfortable Outside is cold and unexpected. Inside food and drinks always at hand. Outside, the race for essentials. Inside, peace and tranquility Outside, chaos and madness. Inside, my typewriter and my watercolors. Outside, noisy heavy machines. Inside, my passion and joy. Outside, meaningless effort. Inside, flowers in vase, tea and bread … Continue reading All about spirituality

The Birthplace of Kindness

Solution to all conflict is kindness. What appears as an act of kindness, What appears as heartfelt benevolence towards another Is a side effect of corrected perception Is a result of realizing the correct answer to the question “Who is the other?” Those who dared to reach out and meet another, People of courage and … Continue reading The Birthplace of Kindness

It breathes

I am poetry without words Just a body that breathes Just a table that breathes Just a white paper that breathes Just a pencil that breathes Just a cup that breathes Just a flower that breathes Just this room that breathes. That’s all. ©️A. Garden, Feb 2019

When trees breathe mist ~ excerpt from work in progress

"When trees breathe mist angels are free to play games among scattered humans strolling in the park. Angels are always happy, always finding something to play with, always in love with life. Humans walk, lost in thoughts, weaving and knitting treads of stories, imagining places and situations, secretly hoping that their dreams will eventually come … Continue reading When trees breathe mist ~ excerpt from work in progress