The Garden.

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The Garden

 

The most attractive and attracting reality is love. It is the

garden that two must make into one.

 

A man seeks his ideal woman. A woman her ideal man.

Both must reclaim a garden for their ideal love.

In this love toil, we grow as perfect lovers. The search for

love, is but a journey we take seeking our own perfection.

 

Romance is our beautiful fable, a couplet of enactment,

that a plot of enrichment be tilled from each other. It is a

cultivation choreographed by the soul, that it might once

again experience the bittersweet wine of being loves

remembrance.

 

There is a truth in the human soul that say: Love me for

what I am, not what you see, or believe you need from me.

A women is always dishonored when a man does not

respond to that truth. A man always accepts less then

himself when he ignores this.

 

A woman becomes an ax in self defense. She knows

instinctively when a man is being insincere to love. As the

ovum of creation, She has a deeper affinity to her life. Man

can plant a seed and walk away. He is not so deep in the

garden of love. A man turns to stone, when a woman no

longer sees her harvest in him.

 

Man must try to give himself, yet keep his freedom. He is a

hunter gatherer. The art of gardening is something he has

to learn. He is always looking for the Goddess of his dream

world, who will not bind him to the garden. The Goddess

keeps calling him to stay. Stay in this womb of love. Yet he

is compelled to hunt for Her image elsewhere. When woman

first tasted the fruit of knowledge only man made it an

obsession. That self will, brought about the division of their

garden.

 

Woman chooses her partner hoping to find that original

lover again. Man seeks his partner as he would a rare

flower. Both search for something that they can embody as

a perfect garden. Just as a seed contains all possibilities, the

full potential of this garden is in the planting and the

nourishing, not only the seed.

 

Men who are stones, want to make the garden in their

image. A woman who is an ax wants to make her gardener

in her image. Yet they should stay in the seed of love until

the earth of remembrance covers them both. It does not

matter who the gardener is, only that love is planted deep in

the hearts of both.

 

No one guesses who the Beloved is, until they give

themselves completely to otherness. Then otherness becomes

the orgasm of them both. The bliss of one love drowning

them, to become the harvest of their ocean.

 

Love will keep reminding us of the garden in every form

that we see it in, until we cease believing in axes and stones,

and become the seed of loves womb. Love has no ax to

grind, nor stone to grind it upon. Love asks us to discard

every rock, and bury every hatchet of separation, so that a

real plowing of each other, born of shared desire brings

forth abundant fertility.

 

Stay close to the Beloved in yourself, and in your lover. This

cherishing inspires your breath, and the breath you share

with your loved one. For now, stay between the ax and the

stone, and let no difference come between you both. Then

you can plant, not an image of love, but the vine of love, that

you may both drink of the same wine.

 

Lovers are the sweetest fruits of the earth. They plant

within the field of time, their one heart, and watch it grow.

For a lovers heart, has uncovered the secret of the universe.

The field of their dreams is the garden of God.

 

Love needs no gaudy manifestation, but says: Love me in all

that you see of me. I am your daffodil and your poppy, I live

on the wind of transience, as much as I live in the truth of

your heart. Love me anyway. I am your decay and your

eternal truth. Love me in the soil of being and love me in the

seed of your faith. love me as myself, and I shall never

desert you.