REALITY IS A PLACE NOT A PERCEPTION

Walking in the Garden of the One True God I had conversation with the gardener there. We knelt and dug the dirt and while making a hole in the soil with our hands and knew, just knew that the seeds would grow a’right according to the plan. There were many plants and flowers none in any special order (this was Gods garden not a British Jardain Anglais) just everything with colors and blooms, blossoms and stalks with stickers displayed. All thrown it seemed randomly around. I questioned the gardener about the particular piece of ground we had just planted in as I wiped the dirt off my hands onto my naked skin and why there and not here as I pointed to another place was the seed buried, and what he said to me was “Why worry? That was just an open bit and when it grows we’ll see then the color and taste of it.” Now it sounds a bit loopy to say I went a walking with the gardener in the garden of the one true God but then so did wiping dirt grimed on naked hands onto relatively clean skin. 

Have you ever seen the Garden of the One True God? Or tried to dream of all the things that might be found there? Have you even ever wanted to know what grows in a place where all that is evil is stopped at the garden gate, has no power to know? Have you ever wanted to walk where there is no filth or hate? Have you ever longed to stroll arm in arm with one you love without rules or control or maybe even just chat with the gardener, who if you asked would lend you his very own gloves (which he never used?) Haven’t you ever had a dream so real that you know that there is a place where everything is good and all that good multiplies and grows and grows and occasionally a new and different kind of seed comes in through that garden gate and maybe just you and the gardener find it a privilege of fate to plant it then sit with a cup of tea and wait for the thing to shoot up through the ground? I don’t know about you, I hope though that you do dream like that, with or without sound because in this place the sight is far better than the noise.

I could end this little write up of God’s garden with a bit of a longing tinged last line but then I think I would be a lying for there are days when I am fully awake and I look around at all the beauty and diversity of the color of the flowering folks sharing their time with me and I find myself well far along inside that garden gate.

© M Durfee

1/22/12

I have a friend named Kristi, this is dedicated to her