THE GARDEN WE NEVER LEFT
There is a garden
We are in it and of it
That garden is our essence
It is pure and innocent
All is well there
And harmony is its abiding state
Yet we had a thought of self
Imagination caught that thought
And separated itself
From all that is
In a fraction of a second
A divided world arose
A world of me against you
Us against them
A world of opposition
The world of duality
Which is, in truth, a servant of the divine
Become tyrannical ruler and autocrat
But the world of self
Was only ever an imagined one
A dream we believe is real
How do we get back to that garden?
By realizing that we never left it.
A Toucan sits resplendent camouflaged in a tree. Picture taken by me in Costa Rica during our 3 month stay while Amoda wrote her book ‘EMBODIED ENLIGHTENMENT,’ and we lived, homeless, seeking a long term visa to come to the USA. An incredible time, very challenging and very fruitful, our persistence and surrender paid great dividends. 2015.