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| Walk with me down my garden path. It is a warm summer day and the breeze plays with your hair, flipping your bangs, and tweaking the sides ever so gently. The spicy, heady scent of jasmine plays on the wings of the Zephyrs, the warm fragrance of the wisteria as it hangs like full grape clusters on the white-latticed arbor floats gently to tease your senses. From far off you can smell the honeysuckle as it climbs the old rock wall beckoning for children to discover its sweetness. And over there is the fairy ring under the willow tree grandpa planted on my birthday so many years ago. The brook tinkles afar off as it fills the pond laced with delicate water-lilies like so many lotus blossoms in a story book, as the golden carp glitter and shimmer in shadows, casting glints of gold into the silvery waters. The old-fashioned yellow roses untouched by hybridizing lend their delicate, sweet scent catching you up to heights of grandeur in your walk of meditation............ As you stroll down the cushiony, mossy green paths the toe of your sandal suddenly kicks a stinky puff ball showering spores and stench into the air, breaking into your reverie! Reality check, *soft laughter* Life is like that. Each individual leaves behind their Signature Fragrance, the Essence of their Beingness, like a flower touched. Dear Friend, what are you leaving behind for those who follow in your path? Ramona |
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| Speaking about a garden path reminds me of a special story: "There were three travelers walking down a dry and dusty road. They had all heard about a White, Glorious City Shining over the hill, in the distance. Ever so often they could catch a glimpse of that City which seemed so far away and unattainable. They became fast friends and they discussed all the Wonders each had heard about, and all the Perfect people who were so full of Love, and Light, and Hope living in the Glorious City. Gradually,, it became blisteringly hot, the friends became cross, and tired of the Journey. Eventually they came to a place of Division in the road. Now, what lay before them was not one road, but three paths. The three friends fell into a terrible debate over which path to choose. Each of them, being of separate opinions, chose a different way to continue their Journey, and parted as bitter enemies. At the Gate to the Glorious City was a Watcher clothed in Light. It was his honor to greet all new travelers into the City of Light. Before him was visible not just one Path leading to the majestic, bejewelled gate , but so many and such diverse paths that there were too many to count. The day came when the three travelers who had become bitter enemies, converged at the Gate to the Glorious City they had toiled so hard to reach on their Journey. They were shocked, amazed, yes struck into dumb silence to see that each of their companions had also reached their Destination, all on a Different Path. They fell on each others necks weeping in Repentance, Love, and Joy to see each other, and in that embrace entered into the White, Glorious City for which they had yearned." Ramona |
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| "I love you my brother whoever you are, whether you worship in your church, kneel in your temple, or pray in your mosq ue. You and I are all children of one faith, for the diverse paths of religion are fingers of the loving hand of one Supreme Being, a hand extended to all, offering completeness of spirit to all, eager to receive all." - Kahlil Gibran |
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