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

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

It is the light

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