Play Spirituality ~ a joyful way of finding peace ~
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
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
“Let go of the past”. “What is the past?” “Past is every thing. Every thing you see, Every thing you hear, Every thing you touch, Every thought you think. All is past.” “How come?” “Because it is not present. Present is only the moment. And the moment passes and becomes past. Only the fleeting Now … Continue reading Past is Every Thing
Sometimes, I listen, Sometimes, my heart opens Sometimes, my eyes see. Undying light visions Cosmic breeze whispers Restore the truth. This is the miracle. ©️A. Garden, March 2019
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
I am this. Part sky, sometimes clear, Part water, sometimes calm, Part mineral, sometimes sparkling. Seeing Light. ©️A. Garden, Nov. 2018
Many moments pass, seemingly lost forever in the bottomless abyss of unconscious. Some moments stay forever. After thirty years, I still remember that particular moment of that particular day. There was nothing special about that moment. How? As years went by, other forever seconds appeared and joined what I thougth them to be “sweet childhood … Continue reading It is the light
Because we live many lives, some of past, others of future Because we build too many stories Because we mistakenly perceive the natural tension Upon which the world is built, Because we are dreaming Dreams of conquests. Because parts of our souls are still trapped in stories, all kinds of conflicts inside ourselves arise. How … Continue reading Source of all conflict
