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The Land of the Deities
I step into the garden. Everything is so alive and present. It is much more real than the world I left outside the garden gate.
The invisible sign says: “Welcome to the Land of the Deities”.
This is Sacred Space.
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The Melancholy
In the Garden we are acutely aware of passing and loss. The dew and dawn light on a new born blossom demands attention and with it comes the melancholy. The passing of seasons, each with promise or dread, the passing of loved ones, teachers, and kin. We watch the leaves fall from the tree and new ones grow in their place. Each condition is beautiful in its own way. Each beautiful moment is sad to watch drifting into “never to be recaptured” land.
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The Fragrance of Lilac
I step into the garden and what do I see? I see the flower, the rock, the stream, and the bee. I feel the cool breeze moving through the tall grasses. I hear a bird. She seems to be calling me. The light changes. I see the light changing. The fragrance of lilac. I can relax. There is no more me to protect or defend, hide from, or project.
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Green is the color of spring, of activity and play. It's a color that invites us into the garden. It gladdens our hearts when the trees first flush pale green, and we know the garden is awakening.
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