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Welcome to the Garden!

A cool breeze sifts through the spring trees. Birth. Winter has withered away from old crone into new child. The blossoms bloom, and one may sit in leisure under a tree, thinking or reading, or doing nothing whatsoever. Bliss.

Fish jump in the pond,
frogs gather by the lily pads.
The tree bark sits hard gainst my back.
a field streches out before me,
wild flowers in bloom.
and the cherry leaves fall.

We all try to get someplace: Our own Garden.


Any State of Mind,
Any Peaceful Place 
Anywhere, World Unlisted

(800) 555-Lvoe

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And May it be Balanced