Everfresh Aliveness
Not a writer nor a poet am I, I have not come to woo you with words. I have come for truth I have come for love I have come for beauty Of being and nonbeing Combined. ©️A. Garden, September 2019
Remember You are Life You are eternal You are truly beautiful You are enough You are real Don't give in to impressions Sensorial or abstract concepts These are nothing more than fantasies, make-believes, stories, magic shows designed by ego-mind to distract your attention And kill your spirit. It might seem ego-mind is successful in the … Continue reading Just say “Hello, Life!”
I wonder who am I writing for. I ask who is the writer I ask who is the reader I wonder if there actually is A who. On the surface play of ripples, You and I, some distance appart? "How safe is falling in love?" You ask. "Falling into the deep blue, Will we ever … Continue reading Wonder and fall
I can’t remember a time not knowing you the way you make me feel the words you whisper my heart has forever known but my ears yearn for their sound … “I am never not with you I am never not closer than your most secret desires I am never anything else to you than … Continue reading I can’t remember a time not knowing you
Come, my friend Let’s play in the gardens Of the Soul. Let’s jump into The rabbit hole And look at how Planets and other things Came to be. Let’s remember how We descended from The stars Before time was born. I am your senses, You are my mind. I am your steps, You are my … Continue reading The gardens of the Soul ~ a poem
I am a but a point where all dimensions intersect and coexist. May all stories reach their happy ending. May I feel the magic of storyless unfolding. May I dwell in beauty of the seasons Seasons of nature Seasons of the heart Seasons of being. ©️A. Garden, May 2019
