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 ’m
sitting in the garden, stilly and engrossed in the verdant freshness of
the small world, which is surrounding me. A world luscious with shades,
splendor, and harmony. A world full of suggestions. I’m alone and I’m not
alone. I’m swimming in the water-lily pond, I’m flying with the butterflies
in their frivolous dance, I’m gathering flower nectar, I’m breathing the
inebriating air and my inner being sings jubilant trills. I’m a tiny twig
in a bud that absorbs the live-giving sap of nature. It is a part of me
and I’m a part of it... a part of this ambience touched by someone’s hand,
insight, and inspiration.
A crystal clear stream of sensations, thoughts, feelings, music, and colors suffuses me. My whole soul quivers in amazing harmony with the magical world around me. I’m devoted to it; entirely obsessed by it – and so it is. Even after many years, my spirituality will sound in perfect unison with the green symphony created by the greatest composer – nature – and conducted by the greatest director – the human. I’m sitting in the garden…and I’m feeling. I’m trying to clothe my experiences in thought but they vanish in a whirl of emotions. I remain silent. Let the great speak… The Authors |
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