In the Garden
A gentle mist
falling
in the garden
no rain
nor storms prevail
no threatening
bolts of lightning
no judgements here
Gentle breezes
flow constantly
to caress
and comfort the soul
perfection
lies all around
fruit waiting
to be plucked
No wants,
no needs or desires
no pain,
no tears or misery
eternal bliss,
all of this
in the garden.
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