Gardeners and Beyond
Gardeners.
Men lust over flowers secretly,
entranced by its beauty
and fragrance, they pluck
them at selfish whim.
The flower withers and dies,
leaving the decaying
withered flowers no matter
his efforts to sprinkle
water to keep their nature
anew as before they pluck
them; Once I loved my
flowers, I did not pick
them, I watered the roots
of the plants and tend the
trees to wake up one day to witness many such flowers in full bloom and fragrance
that overwhelms my senses.
My garden is now bountiful
and abundant.
This is not about men,
flowers or my garden.
It is about respect, consent,
and basking in the
ethereal ambiance of the
divine feminine through all
phases of the moon.
I hope one day a man
hesitates to pluck a flower
he likes, to embrace it only on a tree, to water its roots
and nurture its soil
to encourage men in this
ancient spiritual rites and enrich other men, to grow old as such men knowing
that they might not sit under
the shade of such fragrant
trees but find solace in
the fact that men after
him follow his footsteps
and repeat leaving a
well maintained garden
for years to come.
– Sandul Chandradasa
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Gazing at the Sacred Peak
Dragon ascending Mount Fuji by Katsushika Hokusai
For all this, what is the mountain god like?
An unending green of lands north and south:
From ethereal beauty Creation distills
There, yin and yang split dusk and dawn.
Swelling clouds sweep by. Returning birds
Ruin my eyes vanishing. One day soon,
At the summit, the other mountains will be
Small enough to hold, all in a single glance.
– Du Fu
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Woodrow Wilson
For beauty I am not a star
For beauty I am not a star,
There are others more perfect by far,
But my face I don’t mind it,
For I am behind it,
It is those in front that I jar.
– Woodrow Wilson
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Chapter Heading
For we have thought the larger thoughts
And gone the shorter way.
And we have danced to devil’s tunes,
Shivering home to pray;
To serve one master in the night,
Another in the day.
– Ernest Hemingway
