The Garden

There is a beautiful quote from Rumi that I chose to accompany a reflection from my own life experience:

"Out beyond ideas of right and wrong, there is a field. I'll meet you there."

Perception plays a significant role in our human experience, shaping what we choose to believe amid the infinite possibilities of life. The vastness of choice is unfathomable—beyond human grasp. We question everything and often fall into confirmation bias, trying to define what is real within ourselves. But what is truth?

You can sit with many people as they pass through your life, each carrying their own philosophies and personal interpretations. I’ve had many conversations with such passersby, and I tried to taste life through their lenses—through experiential experimentation.

Eventually, it left me heartbroken.

I came to realize that I cannot live through other people’s journeys. I cannot walk the paths carved by their experiences.

Now, the student is ready to create her own journey.

We, the people, weave a tapestry of protection around what we cherish most—but what is this love that binds us?

Love is not a mere whisper; it is the lens through which we behold reality, filtered through the prism of the ego’s consciousness.
Is it truth?
Yes—it is a luminous philosophy that dances through the corridors of life.

Who are you, sans power?
A fleeting mosaic of titles and treasures—a theater of contrasts where rich and poor play their parts, seen through a mindset, a lens.

If we unravel the threads of the problem with courage, the answer unfurls within it—for truth is not apart from the puzzle itself.

To those who listen with open hearts:
Love your adversaries.
Shower kindness upon those who harbor hate.
For love, in its myriad hues, is valid through each soul’s unique gaze.

In the twilight of it all, what humanity clings to is power—birthing labyrinths of laws that spiral into chaos, unending cycles of dismantling and creation.

You tend your inner garden with gentle intent.
Not everyone is meant to sow a seed within its sacred soil.

Herein lies the splendor of awakening:
Mountains stand clear after surrendering to the flow—allowing all without resistance.

You destroy.
You create anew.
A jarring truth: everything transmutes into business absent the cultivation of conscience and discernment.

Empires rise with allure, yet it is from the heart’s crucible that we discern—and thus, humanity stands with integrity, conviction forged in the fires of experience.

Love with abandon, and you shall behold,
Savoring its essence—for it is good. 😌

Your feet are your courage.
Everything is alright.

"The Garden is You. You chose what to plant in your garden."
The Flower Duet