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[Karmoh]

For five years I’ve been searching for something, something spiritual, something natural, something pure.
I have had realizations in the past, some quick and delightful, some deep and meaningful. Then it came, I was already home.

I’ve been searching on the periphery of my garden, pulling weeds here, clipping a hedgerow there, but you know! They keep on growing. I have been opening the gate on the border to my garden and everyday for 5 years, I would walk in and tended what needs tending, using this tool or that method, but the garden is eternal and will always need tending. There will always be this weed, this overgrown bush or unwanted branch.


In the center of my garden is home, I never leave home to tend my garden because for the last 50 years “I” haven’t really been home, so I always arrive from outside to tend my garden.

On Saturday I stayed home, although I haven’t been here for 50yrs, I have also never left and never will. To finally look out and see that the garden is beautiful; sure there are weeds, and unruly plants, but the aromas of the roses, the buzzing of insects, the movement of the earth, the creaking of old trees with deep, deep roots, are all there in all their glory. What joy it is to be home. Now I can open the door or window and accept my garden. It’s eternal and will always flourish.

peace

[Kauil]

Beautiful The joy of arriving nowhere

It is funny, the interaction between man and nature. You want the garden to be according to your definition of a garden, while the garden wants to be according to it's definition of a garden. According to no definition. Not even according. Just life.

[Ramai]

I am so happy, I cannot be contained in the world;
But like a spirit, I am hidden from the eyes of the world.
If the foot of the trees were not tied to earth, they would be pursuing me;
For I have blossomed so much, I am the envy of the gardens.
Rumi

Love,
Ramai

[Panthau]

Good thing to discover that... though, we´re still locked in our perception. But that will dissolve at the latest when we´re dead.

[olmate]

It took my garden 51 years to get me where I am today. And for most of those 51 years I thought I was tending the garden...

Funny how perceptions change.

Nothing but the best...

Olmate