The world now: two opposing mad ideas, canceling each other out. One, the mad idea of worldly things staying exactly the same, as they have been made from the very beginning. The other, the mad idea of worldly things progressing towards their ideal, perfected manifestation. Like so, the dream called world ends. Light of reality … Continue reading the world now, two opposing mad ideas canceling each other out
Some thing Some one Popping up into existence Dissipating into non existence ... These things These ones Are not to be touched even. Simply contemplate. Stay in love. Be alone, Free forever. ©️A. Garden, May 2020
The world = images + words This image is made of meaningless pixels This word is made of meaningless sounds The ego is made of meaningless sensations and tiny elements of space Let pixels drift apart Let sounds drift apart Let sensations fall apart Easy gentle as breathing May particles return to space Only space … Continue reading The world = images + words
There is a beautiful planet garden Somewhere in space. In this garden there is a house A house of light, where joy and peace reign. Inside the house live Mother and Father and their children. Inside the house, A great bountiful table Filled with fruits of the orchards and gardens. One day, some children ask … Continue reading Planet Garden and the House of Light ~ a children’s story
The Truth can only be Whole. The Truth can only be Nothing But the Truth. If not Whole, if tainted with ... something non-true it immediately ceases being the Truth. It becomes something. Something un-true. I acknowledge I don't know the whole truth. Also, I don't know anyone who knows it all. Hence, what we … Continue reading Be That!
There is a place within where peace reigns. It is possible to choose to live there. ©️A. Garden, February 2020
"Captain Theo steps aboard his ship. It is a glorious day. The sky is a brilliant gem. The ocean, a sparkling jewel. All villagers of Sunnysea came to cheer him. Their voices lift Captain's spirit even higher. Ladies hankerchiefs flutter like baby doves training for flight. It's been a long journey to this moment. It … Continue reading “until the wave poured her inside me, right in here, in the bottle that I was” ~ fragment from work in progress