A Garden Is The Mirror Of A

The Three Great Elemental Sounds In Nature Are The Sound Of Rain, The Sound Of Wind In A Primeval Wood, And The Sound Of Outer Ocean On A Beach.

For A Moment Of Night We Have A Glimpse Of Ourselves And Of Our World Islanded In A Stream Of Stars - Pilgrims Of Mortality, Voyaging Between Horizons Across The Eternal Seas Of Space And Time.

Poor Body, Time And The Long Years Were The First Tailors To Teach You The Merciless Use Of Clothes. Though Some Scold Today Because You Are Too Much Seen, To My Mind, You Are Not Seen Fully Enough Or Often Enough When You Are Beautiful.

When The Pleiades And The Wind In The Grass Are No Longer A Part Of The Human Spirit, A Part Of Very Flesh And Bone, Man Becomes, As It Were, A Kind Of Cosmic Outlaw, Having Neither The Completeness Nor Integrity Of The Animal Nor The Birthright Of A True Humanity.

A Garden Is The Mirror Of A Mind. It Is A Place Of Life, A Mystery Of Green Moving To The Pulse Of The Year, And Pressing On And Pausing The Whole To Its Own Inherent Rhythms.