A description of what started this particular blog can be found in its first entry --Feb. 9, 2009. It's about healing.
Thursday, March 12, 2015
Groundwork
An arch where vines
Outline illusion,
Beyond which
Stems curl,
Soldered in pearls
Where fog and
Woodruff fuse,
Compose a circuitry
Of choice and fate--
I am always
A pilgrim at this
Garden gate.
The emotions we experience from the perfumed air of a garden remind us of the feeling we get at a place of worship. I think I pretty much summed up what I understand from this beautiful poem that you wrote.
Welcome Pilgrim.
ReplyDeleteI can see why you are a Pilgrim at this gate...wow...such a hypnotically beautiful place!
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful weekend...:)
Great and fitting to see you under the vines that outline illusion (I love that phrase).
ReplyDeleteVery nice, Geo. Have a great week.
The emotions we experience from the perfumed air of a garden remind us of the feeling we get at a place of worship. I think I pretty much summed up what I understand from this beautiful poem that you wrote.
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