All Born Kings

 

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Attire of regales
Naturally adorned

Yet what mighty weight
Held on sturdy shoulders

Looking ahead
With so much to protect

Head held high
Yet still humbled

With virtue of heart
Comes the clearest glory

Daily battles
Some won, some lost

Need no army
Wage no war

Crowned by birth
Dispute unworthy

Mother Nature’s King
Know you reign supreme!

Synchronous Joy

Big thankyou to Zerocreativity at https://zerocreativity0.wordpress.com/

for creating the challenge to write poetry to amazing photography and then publishing an online flip book..

Here is my page and below is a link to the flip book..

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https://zerocreativity0.wordpress.com/2016/07/08/photo-poetry-nature/

I Take Thee Not For granted…

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I take thee not for granted
Even when I know
You are in my every waking
And sleeping moment
Silent and still

I take thee not for granted
Even when you stand beside me
With or without
The sun
Casting a shadow

I take thee not for granted
Even though you are in the newest bud
To bud
And the oldest star
To twinkle

I take thee not for granted
Yet now I am reassured
Everyday brings new horizons
Where my fears are laid to rest
And my delights rise to fruition

I take thee not for granted
As in every pain and hardship
I have the strength of a smile
And the warmth of your wisdom
As what comes can only pass

And now I know, you only stray
As far as I, myself, let you go.
So sleep and wake I do
In that grateful remembrance,
That I am never ever alone!

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Audio-Human Time

 

Todays post is a reading of Human Time, written by Atul Ranchod… Amazing piece that captured my attention and won a semifinalist position in a national poetry contest.

Thank you, Atul, for granting me the privilege of making this recording…

Enjoy Atul’s writings at https://topofthewater.me/

The backing music credit goes to John Adorney. http://www.johnadorney.com/

Natural Dichotomies

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Given such luster,
From the very edge
To the inner core,

Bright zealous zest
To subtle softness,
Dichotomy pure.

Such floral
Beauties, accepted
In awe.

Why then
Do I, fight
My diversities galore?

Maker the same
From me to
My eden of flora.

That the highest
Seal, then let me
Too accept

This changing form
And turbulent times.
Staying true

As the flower to its
Fragrance, I to
My Divine.

Audio-The Eternals

 

Take a listen to the preface of The Eternals, new book by Richard Ankers….

A great read which enticed me to record this introduction, thank you for indulging me Richard..


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Audio-Night’s Eloquence

Enjoy the audio recording of poetry by Amitav Chowdhury. Thank you for indulging me in the reading, Amitav.

https://amitavchowdhury.wordpress.com/2016/06/16/nights-eloquence/

Hunger

hubger

Slow churn
Twist and turn
Rumble and roll
Then deeper still
Growl and groan

What kind of hunger
Speaks this way
Gnawing and nibbling
Never at bay
And incessantly stays

No food can satiate
No destination can appease
No feeling can deflate
No intelligence can defeat

So I return within
Claiming my peace
As all attentions
Gather in one place

Here it is
The fountain of All
Pouring and cascading
Just waiting to be found
Questions and answers
All merge into one

What magic then
If scaled somewhat larger
That all our hungers
Our questions, our answers
All too reside, right here together
On this here planet
We can call home…

Maimed

maimed

Hurt with cuts and bruises,
I don’t doubt
Ointment and balm
You’d bring.

Chapped lips
And matted hair,
Bathe and comfort
You would plead.

If I’m really
To be seen,
Not matter my exterior
Love me for my interior.

Cast away the images
Prim, proper and pretty;
Embrace my essence
And let me claim my presence.

Double-Oh-Seven

Thank you Emily for a great write on my favorite hero.. Had to repost and share with my friends….. If you don’t know Emily check out her blog she can writes about, well everything, you will be sure to find something to blow your socks off!!

Poet Girl Em

Man of mystery, steal my heart away in movie dreams
you lurk in the secret rooms with open windows wide
under rooftops you scale giving chase, or escape
maybe a train top through tunnels with gun in hand

Taking clandestine orders from M, weapons from Q,
you follow your own rules and pursue them to the T,
flying jets, airplanes, boats, luxury race cars of speed
no one can catch you, and if they do,

they’ll be sorry they did…

You are a force of nature, a man of serious stature
a super trained human, with a wicked sense of humor
you like it shaken not stirred, and a Girl on the side
a late night casino, Russians see you and hide

Villains will tempt you, trap you and torment
but every time you outsmart them with your brilliant
brain, one that always sees a way out, a way in

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Curveball

curveball

Curveballs!
Offsets the course
Upsets the routine
Messes up the plan
What a nuisance!

Life is no smooth sail!
We can all attest to that.
But are not the trials
Opportunities to find your strengths?

Life is not without mistakes!
We have all made a few
But are not the errors
Avenues of resilience and growth?

Life is not without loss!
We have all shed a tear or two.
But are not past fortunes
Relics we hold dear?

Perhaps the curveballs
Are misconstrued.
Perhaps the curveball
Is to set the track straight

Perhaps we lost our way
And needed a pointer
Perhaps we became complacent
And required a jolt!

Before you judge the throw
Set your cap
Shuffle the dirt
And get ready to bat!

Remember you’re in the game
The play is on
And you made the team
Now let’s play……’life’!

Wounds

wounded

Punches and slashes
Blood fleshy wounds
Obviously seen
Thankfully curable
Such is the open wound

Yet deeply seated
And quietly throbbing
Constantly pulsating
Aching in the darkness
Are the hidden wounds

The injured and all
Know of the fleshy wound
Horror and dismay
Sympathies abundant

So unfair and opposite
As the more painful invisible wound
Is known to none
Sometimes not even the victim

Buried below
All the layers that hide
Dormant and dangerous
Brewing to erupt

No healing possible
‘Til painfully peeled
Layer off layer
To expose and feel

Excruciating and voluntary
Only the brave can attempt
No infantry can protect
And lonesome is the quest

Not knowing the magnitude
No knowing of balms
Unbearable to share
So left alone in despair

The gloom so dark
The weight so heavy
What recourse is left
Than to crumble and fall

Yet the urge to survive
With the need to thrive
Any reprieve from within
Begins the mighty climb

So open those wounds
And scream and fight
‘Worthy am I’
‘Survivor am l’

Acknowledge the wound
Dissect the making
Denounce the pain
Throw off the shackles

Freed from the vice grip
Having conquered the trials
Release your greatness
And rise in your flight

Mothering Goddess

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Serene so the onlooker is quieted
Pure so any darkness dare not come near,
Majestic so the captivated desire to follow suit
Nurturing so love unfolds in a glance..

If the search is true
Then the message is clear,
Close the eyes
And sit still in time,
Become one with your presence
And within,
You will find your present…

Hope

Written by someone who never ceases to  amaze me… my baby brother, Dipak Patel.

hope

Some call it positive thinking
Other consider it an attitude
What is that feeling of hope
How does it churn our very insides.

Some call it blind expectation
Others consider it denial of facts
Why is it essential to life
When does it come into its own

Some say without it we’re doomed
Others feel like dieing when it is lost
Where does it truly reside
Who holds the answers about hope

Could hope be that driving force
To fuel our endeavors
As it lifts our souls
As easily as it can pop our balloon

Hope is not blind but a vision
A picture of the possible
Let hope be the colors on your palette
The medium of your painting heart

Hope is at the foundation of you
What you hope has the highest chance
Never lose that lantern of hope
Let it guide you, defend you and above all…

Allow hope into your life with every breath.

True Home

true home

Whisper words of love
Radiate the glow of gratitude

Therein lies the gift
Inherent is the proof

Both have been awakened
Consciously you accept

Step and cultivate understanding
Immerse and cloak with appreciation

Wearing your true face
Glide with ease and grace

Like bees to nectar
Like the homeward bound soldier

Your radar is now set
As home and paradise both
No longer just name nor mystery…

Mirror

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“Mirror mirror
On the wall
Who’s the fairest of them all…’

In the gentle trickle
Of a near dry stream,
The placid presence
Of the lotus within a murky abode

In the reflected elegance
Of the back staged moon,
The beaming presence
Of the glowing sun

Whether full force
And stage-front,
Or almost neglected
Along the sidelines

What I know
Is I am here,
Right now
And in this moment

Daring to look around
All are reflections
Of the omnipresent
And of me

Whatever the perception,
Wherever the appearance,
Both choice and acceptance
The unlocking keys

Unlock to your vision
Release your wisdom
Merge with the oneness
You know is real

Some mirrors are of glass
Some of smoke,
The ones that matter
Reflect to you your true self!

Priceless

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The mother;
That knows her child’s palate
So her child’s eyes always gleam
And hunger is stirred
Even before the first bite.

The father;
That watches dote-fully
And nudges forward
Yet stands always
As the safety net.

The lover,
That throws the wink
The unexpected kiss
Ignites all primal thirsts
And satiates in participatory manner.

The Divine,
Delivers the life force
Delicately as breath.
Stays closer than close
So that you are never alone.

All impossible to beat
And priceless in nature.

Love and Care

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There are gorging valleys and canyons
Deep and mysterious oceans
Dark and ancient caves.

There are birds colored in rainbow spectrums,
Reptiles textured and patterned like kaleidoscopes,
People no two identical in phenotype or personality.

How grand the distinguishing features!
How many the infinite variables!
How abundant the opportunity for awe!

How fortunate to be
Not only an integral part of the composition,
But to be positioned to enjoy
This incredible stage.

How then to capture this living breathing theatre?
How to experience this today and preserve for tomorrow?
How to leave but a footprint to show
Acknowledgement and not destruction?

It’s to appreciate!
Appreciate this magnificent
Artistic creation,
And it’s Curator of kindness.

It’s to learn to love and care.

As the source of all creation
Is but love and care.
The effort for sustaining anything valued
Is to love and care.
The power to thrive and flourish
Is best from love and care.

To dance on this stage
Sit in the seats
Watch the show
And even befriend
And acknowledge the Producer

Now this is the gift
Of the ultimate
Love and caretaker!

 

 

 

Drops…

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Dew drops
Pearl drops
Tear drops

From the eyes of the skies
From the eyes of the seas
From the eyes of your heart

Dew drops
Morning moisture
Caught and seated to quench

Pearl drops
Sand grains
Captured and moulded to beautify

Tear drops
Tender emotions
Released and trickle to express

Drop by drop
A little humility
A little understanding
A little gratitude

Acknowledge these drops
And watch in wonder
Your very own
Quenching
Your very own
Beautification
Your very own
Expression
As all come to life..

Reflections

reflections
As the butterfly you see all her alluring flutters
Yet wait awhile
As the wings are folded to rest
And she stills herself

You’ll then recognize the earlier colors
The flutters performed
Were reflections and windows
Of her inner hues and moves

In her secret place within
She finds her lover of loves
She floats in the clearest of air
She breathes in the perfume of heaven

Surfacing
How can she not
But simply shine and glow
Ooze compassion and love
Want to sing glory and praise
Of her One that showed the way.

True Nature

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The puppy on the heels of the child
The flower up turned to the sun
The thunderous run of every river to the sea
The closing of your eyes to go within…

All of nature works with but one rule
To defy not its true course and character.
When nature remains unbroken
Beauty prevails and
Peace is resounding.

When we want to feel love
There needs to be no instruction for where to turn,
When we need to go home
There needs to be no signpost.

Are you true to your nature?
True to your one rule?
Do you know what it is?

It is to be in your joy
Surround yourself with those that fuel this,
It is to turn to warmth and love
And away from fire and anguish,
It is to feel love in and around you
It is to recognize your home within….

In a time when complexity is revered
Such simplicity is dismissed.
Oh how far have we strayed from our true nature?

If the guise of each label
The weight of each role,
If the barrier from each layer
Is all acknowledged as it is,
Temporary and void of ownership
Then yes, return we may
Back to our true nature
One of joy, love and peace….

To bloom or not to bloom

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Standing side by side
Under same blue sky
Same warm sun
Same rooting dirt

One of luster
Other barren of life,
One beautifully adorned
One striped naked.

Waking day by day
Under the same blue sky
The same warm sun
The same rooting breath

Do I ooze life
Do I effervesce with essence,
Or do I drag myself around
Do I need reviving!

Given freely
This air to breath
The sun to warm
These nutrient to feed

What tips the balance
Each and every day
From vibrant and victorious
To defeated and discouraged

So fine the division
So refined the disguise,
Most times the only one to know
Is me and myself

Is it challenge
Is it gift
To make the choice
To pick the way

Each day renewed
Beautifully granted
Until the end
Until the curtain draws

Opening my heart
I see my blue skies
I feel my radiant sun
I know my granted blessings

With the view to accept
The aptitude for gratitude
The budding begins
The bloom inevitable

Patterns, Habits and Choices

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One sky
Same night
Different images

One man
Same deed
Different appreciations

One life
Same opportunities
Different perspectives

Do you see dusk’s beauty or darkness lurking?
Do you see man’s strength or is he overbearing?
Do you see life’s gifts or its shortcomings?

The answers are inherent in ‘choice’
Choice is dictated by patterns
Patterns are created by habits
Habits are formed over time

Time is of the essence
Cultivate your desired habits
Formulate your pattern
Stand by your active choice

Look for the signposts
The landmarks have been laid
The bricks may not all be yellow
But the path is clear

Open up to beauty and kindness
And appreciation will become a habit
Watch your perspective form a pattern
And your choice becomes full of life!

 

 

No Reign for Confusion

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So easy to fall
Into the pit of quicksand.
So quickly blown
Into the cortex of whirlwind.
So it is that this very mind
Sinks to depths
And flusters in circles.

One minute
Slim of thought
So tranquil is life,
Next an uproar
As confusion brings strife.

Acting almighty
As if in control
When all the while
Breaking loose as turmoil.

One breath in
One breath out
Diminishes quicksand
To a playful sandbox.

One breath in
One breath out
The gusty wind
Is but a calm breeze.

Hand in hand
Heart and mind
Which will lead?
Which will follow?

With ears turned in
Answers are heard
Equilibrium sounds
And home is found.

Yet not from the song of the heart
Nor the buzz of the mind
But a silence supreme
Where peace is sublime.

Eighteen Today

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No mother could be prouder
Of the infant to child
The teenager to adult
That you have become

With obvious insecurities
To seasoned confidences
From fears and trepidations
To successes and conquests

With molding and shaping
Your character blooming
Showing love and kindness
To joy and gratitude

Always respectful
Quietly inquisitive
Always striving
Wanting knowing of more

For simply just who you are
I hope you’ll carry
My love always close
To nurture and comfort

For no matter the year
No matter the decade
You’ll always be mine
And I’ll always yours

Romanced by the Sun

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On a wintery fogged morning
Watching from behind
A thick blanket
Of heavy moist cloud

Allowed to be glimpsed
As the layers thin
You are a striking slither
Streaking across my sky

At first a most pure shine
Knowing your brilliance
You tease as a mystery
Charmingly cloaked

With the rise of the morning
You show your presence
Gingerly touching
Glistening dew drops

You banish the chill
Enticing activity
Drawing me forth
Into the day

At the height of noon
You are strong and kind
Grand and bold
Forcing me to acknowledge

My day is a disaster
If I do not see you
If I do not feel you
If I do not connect

Dusk begins to arrive
I am drunk in adoration
Your rich colors displayed
Never the same

Beginning your departure
Your embrace still fresh
Warmth subsides
But your power remains

As each winter night shortens
Your greet me each morning
Just a little earlier
Staying each day just a little longer

Every day, every year
You tease me so
You capture me so
And so it is
I am romanced by the sun!

 

 

String of Pearls

pearls

Tiny grains of sand
Compress and surface
As a string of pearls

Singular droplets of moisture
Merge and form
The great oceans

Flimsy wisps of cloud
Float and rise
As the comforting sky

Each and every breath
Shallow or deep
Opportunities encompassing existence

Such grandeur!
Pearls, oceans, the sky
Even existence.

All nothing without
The minutiae
Grains, droplets, wisps
And every little breath.

What is it that we see?
What is it that we acknowledge?
The whole?
Or it’s parts?

What are we?
Mankind
Nations
Communities
Or individuals?

How kindly we are made!
How kindly we are acknowledged!

Each with a face
Never duplicated
Each with a beat
Rhythm unique
Each allowed
Opportunity unparalleled!

Have you seen
The part you are?
Own your chance
Claim your gift
Live your turn
No strings attached
This is your time!

 

Breakout

breakout

Bird in a cage
Jewel in a vault
Children in four walls

Is this what we do
Cage our most precious
Keep out of harms way?

Wings lose span width
Jewels lose luster
Children lose vivacity

What more have we trapped
What else have we subdued
Do we even know!

Gripped by convention
Cuddled by mediocrity
Fooled by routines and rituals

Do you hear your heart beat
Can you feel your spirit soar
Have you explored the caverns of your being?

Cut the ties with judgement
Break free of inevitable regret
Explore what you can dream of

No skydiving necessary
No heroics mandated
Just desire a sincere fulfillment

Despite the climate
Regardless of obligations
Hold fast to your blessing

Breathe light the life
Leave struggle to the unwilling
And find yourself in all that runs free

Float on by…

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Move towards something
And it gets closer,
True for everything
But the clouds!
They just never
Seem to get closer!

You take a step
They take a float

Even when finally
In a hot air balloon,
Your put your whole self
Straight into its belly,
Still nothing to grasp
Nothing to hold!

Yet all the while
Still there all around!

Such is breath.
You can feel it
You can even watch it
Without it
You cannot be!

Can you hold it?
Can you bottle it?
Can you save it for a later day?

Just as the clouds
Shower a love,
So does breath
Ultimate lover’s love.

Just as the clouds
Transport droplets from air to land,
So does breath
Link strong, you and your source.

So before it’s too late
And breath floats on by,
Connect and secure
The link on your side.

Acknowledge each one
As they come and go,
Bringing the possibilities
For what it’s all about.

Love and enjoy
Acknowledge and appreciate,
Revel in gratitude
And let each breath
Be its wait in gold!

Touched

touch

Five senses.
But how ‘touch’ wins the show!

Grasp of the finger
Pulling on a pet’s tail
Smearing food on table tops.
Oh how children touch!

A stroke on the cheek
Gliding fingers through hair
Lips to lips.
Oh how lovers touch!

Touch is the one sense
Meeting and surpassing all others.

The song of the nightingale
The magnificence of the orchestral play
The lapping of soothing waves
All heard by the ears
But how it ‘touches’ you…

The first rays of morning light
The buds of spring’s delight
The ripple of fine muscular might
All seen by the eyes
But oh how it ‘touches’ you!

Warm welcome handshakes
Acquaintances made.
Sitting snug side by side
Friendships old and gold.
Embraces long and lasting
Lovers trademark sold.
Such is the power of touch ..

Do you remember how to touch?
Or have you become
“Proper”
“Well behaved ”
Respectful of personal space!

Reach, stretch and touch
Get uncomfortable
So you can get comfortable,
Feel that which is around you
Listen with you ears
See your your eyes

Feel with your entire being
And be ‘touched’,
So you can get in-touch
With being a ‘being’!

Liebster Blog Award

LBA#

Many thanks to Imperfection is Beauty at https://yeye2188.wordpress.com a great blog and blogger.

This award is another way of introducing new comers to the wordpress blog community. The following are the rules, breakable if needed; and also my answers to questions posed by my nominator, eleven facts about me and my eleven questions to my nominees…enjoy the read!

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Be sure to send link to your nominees..

Your participation is completely optional..

Facts about me:

1. I love the aroma and sound of food as I cook

2. I love trees even more than flowers

3. I protected my daughter from a raging German Shepard

4. I like having pajama days

5. I like dusty old bookstores

6.  I love to feel the sun and hear the lapping of waves

7. I like to share a beer and sandwiches …..

8. I cant ride a bike and would like to

9. I like the thrill of heights even though it scares me

10. I was a premature baby

11. I am in awe of true living wisdom how ever it comes to light

 

My answers!!

  1. The point is to figure out the point! Why are you here!
  2. I find happiness in the little things that make me smile, perhaps its a memory, perhaps how someone made me feel, perhaps its what I have learnt…
  3. Inspiration comes from hope. Hope is the seed of all beginnings and a nurturer for me.
  4. When lost I return to that which makes me feel found, today this is meditation and yoga, experiences that connect me to me..
  5. I live with my regrets by forgiving myself for lack of understanding and clarity and weaknesses in self esteem and self image.. these are the things that make us susceptible to doing things or not doing them that create regrets in life..
  6. Sadness like any feeling has to be worked through, so I cry,  I feel the sadness and then I look beyond the sadness and realize that I had the opportunity to feel good about that which now makes me sad.
  7. If money was no object I would like to travel, meet more people see more beautiful things in this world and also give freely of the skills of have acquired to help feed the ailing and dying.
  8. What must I experience before my time is up? Pleasures of the senses beyond my current exposure, I hope that travel opportunities will bring this.. And to know that I have understood universal laws and nature to fulfill my time the way my creator envisaged I could.
  9. Today’s projected accomplishment-to better accept the things I cannot change.
  10. Who is the most interesting person I have met? His name is Bill Hubert, he is the founding creator of a brain/body integration program, Bal-A-Vis-X, applicable for use with people of all ages of most all kinds for functioning and disability. I choose him as he is a man who has shown incredible dedication to helping children as he began his quest to overcome the issue of kids falling through the educational cracks and getting lost in the system when they were neither bad enough or good enough to get the right help.
  11. My latest great idea is for a ‘phone check-in’ at my next dinner party this Saturday in an attempt to get everyone to be ‘present’ !! Wish me luck.

 

My Nominees

https://penumbrahaiku.wordpress.com

https://itsaloveuntold.wordpress.com

https://tdanceoflife.wordpress.com

https://gazingatmoons.wordpress.com

https://iambloggertoo.wordpress.com

http://bobbyyadav.wordpress.com

https://pragalbhadoshi.wordpress.com

 

My questions:

1. If you could live back in time when and where would you choose and why..

2.  What do you think will be the greatest invention in the future

3.  What is the best t.v. show in your opinion

4. What book have you enjoyed the most

5. Who was your favorite teacher and why

6. Which parent influenced you the most and how

7.  How do you think we can contribute to peace

8. What do you think is man’s greatest achievement

9.  What do you think is man’s worst behavior

10.  What do you like to do for fun

11.  If you could travel into space would you go

Have fun with my questions and don’t forget to let me know if you accept the award!!

 

 

 

 

 

Soulful Vision

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Some eyes have sight but no vision
Here fear, doubt and oblivion reign.
For vision we need to be free
And freedom requires a warrior.

Some eyes peek at visions.
This the terrain of aimless confusion.
Peeking is transient looking
Peeking is from being barred and imprisoned.

Then there are eyes that have both sight and vision.
Conscious
Fearless
Searching and finding
Clear peaceful reality.

Choose your eyes
See your soul
Let it emerge and grow
Understand it’s song and dance
So that you can feel the true beauty of your soul.

Secret Garden

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Have you been
To the garden of secrets?
Where no gates occlude
And entrance has no fee?
Yet so arduous the journey
As the demon mind
Makes mighty strife
Torturing throughout this life!
With deep dark canyons
Tangling ravines
Needing to be assailed,
And no companion to take.
Yet with the drop of the eyelids
The journey can be swift,
Simple, clear and direct
Right into your inner Eden.
With a gentle beckoning each day
From a distant yet close
Fragrance and aura
There the divine garden awaits.
To flourish and flower
With your visitation
As that is all that’s needed.
You are the key
To your very own treasure
Yet you too are
The barricade blocking your way!
Choose your path,
Towards or away
Lonesome and hard,
Or simple and majestically serene.