The Garden of Solitude
To be afraid of solitude is to fear one's sacred truth for only within the silent avenues of the mind Can one discover the pathway to the soul Fear not, step within, Ease open the doorway to the inner garden and reveal the seasons of the self For here lies a landscape of scattered whispers, obscure reflections and unopened love letters from the messenger of the soul Behold the well of mystery within and dive deep to the undercurrents within the shadows of the waters that hold the grit and the grief Drift into the ripples of a hidden world and merge with the dark echoes Sink deeper within the healing rhythms of stillness and become the pulse of each life-giving heartbeat Wander in the twilight mood as the breath dances with the contours of conscience and communes with the woes of the soul Dig deep to the roots of disbelief and tend to the thorns that wound for here the most precious of elixirs will be unearthed that of tender love and compassion for the self Be still to reveal the delicate musings of the spirit and the divine Feed the urgent callings from the wilderness with seeds of trust and patience of grace Rouse the soul in the essence of the awakened union For only upon nurtured territory can one sow the dreams of purpose and reap the veritable fragrance of life When leaving the sanctuary, do not close the doorway Let the branches of insight weave and colour their way into the daylight Set the intuition free to roam, lead and surprise and trust that it will guide the way home. |