Poetry of living
Photo by Henry Be on Unsplash Dear thought-man, Don’t you remember the day you decided to be someone who makes history? His story! Or at least participate to the making of history. Do you really want this story you made? Come! It’s not too late! Shake off the remains of your nightmare! Take your beloved … Continue reading Dear thought-man, please remember the day
The purpose of building a cube of walls with a pyramid roof on top is to invite inside the Joy of being in the world. The purpose of the building is to give a frame of reference to the joyful unfolding of this particular moment/place.The purpose of the house is to become a home. The … Continue reading The purpose of the house
being flowing crystalline sea of sparkling aliveness now and forever here and wherever looking for someone calling for love someone crying “only love heals and restores life” ~ excerpt from Theo and Mira part 2, work in progress ©️A. Garden, June 2021
They say the woman is the closest thing to heaven in this world. And yet I don’t seem to be able to stop projecting all my darkest thoughts onto her. Although she has been flawless all these years, I am hoping ... eventually she’ll break and prove all my prejudices about her. What kind of … Continue reading Closest thing to heaven ~ excerpt from work in progress “Theo and Mira part 2”
“The world is what troubles me” he says. “Show me the world” she asked. He reached his pocket and showed her a piece of glass with colorful images in motion. Excerpt from work in progress “Theo and Mira part 2” A. Garden
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 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
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"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
Theo and Mira 