Love Is The Garden.

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Love Is The Garden

Some souls look for love

as if searching for a garden tool to cultivate the garden.

Not realizing that Love is the Garden itself.

They delve and mark out boundaries.

They care for plots and tend weeds, but only in certain places,

over exaggerating the importance of one flower over an other.

Always looking for the most perfect tool

and most suitable flower bed to nourish to perfection.

They are passionate gardeners

and seek signs of latent perfection

to mirror their ideas of a perfect garden.

They are often dismayed at the reflection of perfection.

They have yet to understand that the garden

is always perfect as it is.

It is the gardener that must mirror the Garden.

Some souls, say that the garden is empty of real flowers

and stay inside never gardening in the world.

They are like head gardeners,

who leave the work of loving the garden to others

believing that the garden is only a manifestation of emptiness.

They consider actual gardening to be a secondary employment.

Their focus is on the original ground that produces the garden.

Holding to their discipline,

they must deny the real beauty of flowers,

maintaining a steady resolve

to understand the nature of the garden.

They say the garden and the nature of the garden are separate.

One being below the other.

Such gardeners make professional distinctions

between the garden and the actual work of gardening.

While they may teach gardening,

they know that gardening has the potential for much

misdirection of the gardeners love of beauty.

They say that it is very easy for a gardener

to confuse their love of one flower with ultimate perfection,

therefore better to leave the flowers to themselves.

and concentrate on the theory of gardening.

They maintain that knowing where the garden comes from

is all that needs to be achieved for perfect gardening.

Yet they have forgotten that the garden is Love,

and is both an external and an internal reality.

One that needs to be applied in the world

to be a truth in the heart from where it springs from.

Some souls say, for them, the garden is poison.

A place where mishaps and suffering occur

as much as joy and peace.

They have attempted a little gardening

and have been stung and abused by thorns and insects

and all manner of hidden dangers.

While they were looking for love in the garden

they have found only hurt and sorrow.

They have tried to give up gardening completely

but secretly, the garden still smells sweet to them

and calls to their hearts for yet more attention.

They are troubled gardeners

for they have misidentified the garden with fear.

And so they say they will not love any flowers for themselves

but love from a safe distance all flowers.

They forget that the garden is perfect Love

and that it is their own unwillingness to be vulnerable

that creates a distance between them and the perfection.

They believe that love can be lost

in one flower

and never found in an other.

They grow contemptuous of gardeners in general

yet envious of successful gardeners.

They are so wounded by this

that they never try to understand that gardening

is only necessary for the gardener, not the Garden.

Some souls, have understood the reality of the Garden.

They have arrived at the understanding

that to love one flower for itself

is to see the beauty of the whole Garden.

For them, the flower is beyond form or emptiness.

It is the appearance of the thorn and the rose

the weed and the garden beauty

transpiring as One within the many.

They appear to do little actual work

in the gardens of the world,

yet their hands are always busy

opening the truth of every flower.

For they see every flower as the One bloom.

That in actuality, every blossoming is their own soul.

They can direct attention where it is needed

without forgetting that Love is directionless.

They are not attached to one flower

yet they are not detached from the Garden.

For the one flower is the Garden to them.

They see where flowers come from

and see also that all this flowering

is not apart from the Source of the Garden.

They remember also,

that they are not the real Gardener

yet that the real Gardener is not divided from them.

The Garden is as it Is.

Their gardening is as it should be.

Their heart flowers

and the bees come looking for themselves

seeing only the perfection of this Love.

One day, every soul must let its petals fall away

back into the heart of the Garden.

The flower surrenders to the ground of its own existence

and the original blossom returns to Light.

However, souls should not long for this

until the garden has been understood to be One Soul

where gardeners are needed to be light for flowers

and flowers light for them.

Love yourself, as if you had no self, but the Garden.

Books on gardening may help a little, they may not.

Writing books may help a little, it may not.

Seek the One flower of Self

and that shall make you a gardener worth the employment.

You can love one flower as All

or all flowers as One,

just never forget why the Garden appears for you

and where it springs from.

See no difference.

love

eric

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