There comes a time in a man’s life that he begins to be aware of a world his senses cannot read, cannot describe, lacking the ability to grasp its form yet strangely aware that it is there…
Like a man that has traveled through a garden of great beauty then suddenly comes upon an empty open wasteland, a desert that yields nothing to the senses, it strikes him so that he reacts from the blow, and yet a tiny voice so impossibly true whispers “it is there”
In that vast nothingless “it is there” and all the beauty that has been known before seem to refill the senses with their saying “we are but a beginning”
The heart leaps out of itself as if to draw the senses with it into a completely new way of knowing, and the senses begin to understand that it can know, it will see, it will smell, it will touch…
But not through the old way, “yes it is there” an indescribably more beautiful garden than the one that has been traveled before…a garden of the spirit.
Comments
Thanks Estanis for appreciating my poem. The place is really like Paradise as all of nature usually is! :)
Btw, love your photo too! Paradise must be similar :)
@Nimzaf: I'm glad you like this place, it is very tranquil so it reminded me of the garden of the spirit.
@Expector: Thank you for always encouraging me with your words of affirmation! :)
@Onee: Bless your good spirit! Thanks for the lovely words. :)
@noaspls: Yes this place is really a sight to see, it is just below a volcano which you can see at the back. Thanks too for the beautiful words for me! :)
Beautiful!
Excellent as always! Keep it up!
Beautiful words. Beautiful blog. Beautiful scenery.
Beautiful words, dear Alice. We should never lose the spirit. Thank you very much for sharing. :)
@ dear setareh, I am truly touched by your words of appreciation and I am indebted to your kind words. Thank you.
@ Mishaikh: You are a man of sensitivity and the language of the spirit always resonates with your being so I'm glad to have enriched your senses with this poem.:)
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