Picture a garden, diverse, unconventional and lush with the wonders of life.
Walk into this garden where Hibiscus is mixed with Heliopsis and Honeysuckle.
An abundance unsurpassed, a beauty seldom seen, and your senses brought to life.
Erotic and Erratic the vacillating smells arouse you and draw you deeper . . .
. . . . . deeper . . . . . . . . . . . . . . deeper into the garden. Unexpectedly you realize that
the whimsicality and eccentricity of the garden have enchanted your very soul.
How would you proceed?
Would you press forward and explore the random paths and twisting alleys, which
branch outward from the central path?
In a poets mind there is but one choice; to take the path less worn, and to
journey through the garden in anticipation of wondrous discovery at every turn.
For only by traveling such a path can you find the random evocative and simple truth.
Then inspired by our revelations we can find new understanding of this amazing world.
It is this which makes us pause
It is this which makes us grow
You must risk all; to find the answers
Written by Mark R. Day 13 February 2012, copyright Mark R. Day, all rights reserved
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