Play Spirituality ~ a joyful way of finding peace ~
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
Unless it breathes Unless it emanates love Unless it carries the soul of Eternal Light Unless it sees the infinite It isn't Real. ©️A. Garden, April 2019
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
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
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
What exactly do I see? I see a certain variety of light. Anything else? No. That’s all. What exactly do I hear? I hear a certain variety of sound. Anything else? No. That’s all. What exactly do I feel? I feel a certain variety of peaceful joy? Anything else? No. That’s all. ©️A. Garden, February … Continue reading Perception Correction
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 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
"… uhm … starting to feel a little chilly, a nice hot chamomile tea would be nice. Oh, yes, I remember … the patisserie just around the corner. Yes, let’s move. Come on, get up, get up! Get … up! You promise you follow the inspiration. Why is it hard to get up from this … Continue reading Excerpt from work in progress
