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Picturing Paradise: An Artist Made Garden
Fear. I am weary of talk of war without end. I am afraid of military might in the service of prideful politics. I am grieving for the intelligent beings destroyed by our smarter bombs. I am resisting the ignorance that tries to simplify the life of our hearts and minds. I am bowed by the arrogance and greed of the ruling class. I am forlorn in the smirking poker face of power and lies. I distrust compassion clothed in rigid righteousness. Desire. I long for peace of mind. I am dreaming a vision of an earthly heaven. I hope for balance, for gentleness, for nurturing, for the loving choice. I am planning a future flowering of nature’s abundance and beauty. I am moving to take a small step, to dig the dirt. I am working for the better in my little world. Creation. A joyful coincidence of opposites in my garden, That collide to create the substance of all things. And provide a taste of the fruit of life. I am picturing paradise.... |
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