Flame in the Garden
Walking into the garden there is no light except the one coming from the moon. A reflection of the light from the sun returning to the earth in a calming kiss. A kiss calming the land from the burning heat of the day. Both light forms cannot allow life to exist without the equilibrium.
A kiss from the moon lights the internal flame of this Scorpion.
A kiss that gives the mind the opening curtains of Opera and the flame inside the Scorpion.
The Flame in the Mirror will be stronger for the Scorpion.
They say that love is blind when it comes at a time of mystery. So is the garden of where the flame comes alive, first by the moon and then from the passion of the man. It is still coming alive as a lightning bolt lights a nearby tree on Fire. It is not consuming the tree as the man is walking forward as if a voice is calling him.
At first fear is guiding him forward into a fight manner.
Second the fear is making him rethink his decision.
Third the fear is making him walk back.
The fire is burning the tree with beauty but is not consuming it. The tree is vibrant. From the tree there comes a voice that is warm. “Do not fear, I am by your side.” The man walks forward and ask who is speaking. “I am the one you seek, and I have been watching over you. You are preparing the banquet. The guests shall keep arriving and will be stunned by the bride.” The man asks when the time will come when the flame shall meet his flame.
Feeling tears of sadness and appreciation makes the man bow.
He has felt like a fool for a long time!
Only a flaming tree of life can cause him to bow!
Especially, when everyone wastes his time!
The voice in the tree is of Allah and says that the time is coming and that the tides will not be heavy to the man as the Lord God is with him. He says that the place is of white and that the people come from diverse backgrounds. A table is presented in the presence of his enemies. Thos that have rejected the man are now shocked and bow their heads in shame. The man does not speak ill of them and only gives them the truth. The truth is power and speaks as a dagger to their hearts.
“You lost faith in me when I would not give you your instant gratification.
The one next to me is my rib and is my delayed gratification.”
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