In the garden we are
Amidst the abundance of creation
While the days revolve in time,
Always with a new beginning
And a different ending,
Each with its own mystery,
A unique unfolding of truth and imagination,
Where we do not notice the changes,
The subtle movements of life,
Until they have transformed so much
They are almost unrecognizable.
The garden grows and then withers
And then grows and withers again.
It is forever a place of utopia,
A majestic power of divine manifestation
Welcoming our birth, nourishing our souls,
As we blossom but thirst for more,
Stretching outward without rooting firmly
Deep enough into the fertile ground
To the benevolent, numinous source
That is forgotten and neglected
Until we can reach no further,
And down we fall upon the soil
A bud of a flower, an unripe fruit,
Returning to the origin
A being unrealized.
Yet the garden continues to thrive
Animated by love and trust,
Whether we embrace this or not.
~ Conny Jasper