god is the garden

God is not hidden in the garden, God, he is the garden and the garden  His  womb.

Where dawn first shone, man was molded out of  God’s  clay  and  breathed,  after

being fed the breath of life.  And man thus danced in glory to His  own  image  and

likeness and so it was that  man  walked,  then  ran  after  seeing  his  own  image

reflected in the pools of God. Man lived in His garden amongst tall trees and  huge

crevices for shade and protection and man  lived off  the  garden  which  fends  his

hunger and thirst  but  man  again  ran   in   fright,   on   seeing   strange   shadows

imitating his like.  And man hurdled beyond the limits  of  His  horizon~ when  man

couldn’t recognize the He that spoke from the small bushes and fervents..

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God is not hidden in the garden, God, he is  the  garden.  The  garden  that  meets

mans eyes and from it sprung mans hearts. And if  man  is  truly  the  reflection  of

God himself, then the reflection of  man is the garden itself.  And  if  man  tends  to

the garden with the same spirit and love that God forms man, then man took  care

not only of his own well-being but that of the spirit of  God.  For God did  not  make

himself  beyond man’s  reach, but  man  chose  to  reach  Him  beyond  their  own

understanding of  God  that  is  the  garden.  And  in  His  garden,  there  were  two

comfort leaves. One He covered Adam, the other Eve..

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shrapnels

the wheels  of  spring

will  churn once more

when   winter    fades

and    icy    shrapnels

fall        like        water..

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pillow of my dreams

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you are the pillow of my dreams

in my dreams you are the pillow

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friendship

Words  written   can   sometimes   be  misconstrued.

Unpleasant words that  create  unpleasant  rows  or

situations especially  should  always  be  discarded,

erased,  as   they   give   hurt    and    are   not   worth

cherishing. Friendship is different. Friendship unites

borders.   Friendship   should    be   cherished.   Not

discarded nor erased at our whims and fancies..

people

our relationship  and  attachment  with  this  world  depends

entirely on our relationship  and  attachment with its  people

and of how they relate and attach  themselves  to  the  world

by   their   relationship   and   attachment   with   its    people.

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I can’t

I  can’t  hear

melody    in     my     home

I  can’t   see

love   in   a    barren    land

except

for  the pitter-patter

of  a young girl’s  footstep

doodling  her  hopes  and

dreams  in little canvases

for company

with tears in her thoughts

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I   can’t   feel

harmony   in   your    tone

I can’t smell

roses with your demands

except

for the murmur

of  a  sweet  girl’s  prayer

pinning    doodles    with

artful  hearty  messages

outside the door

to      my     heart

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I can’t..

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