Chapter 20: -- **The union between The garden and my soul** -- Epic poem II

By Junior L.

"         My fellow readers,

hear ye, hear ye!

I would like to elevate your motivation on keeping on reading my stories made through poetry,

which is the story of Inner standing my emotions and how I, the self operates,

I shall do so by writing,

so far,

The best work I have yet to write,

Which will have in it,

An actual story told from a very Poetic point of view and meddled in pure literacy,

With that being said,

Please savor your mind.  "

"  non bellum ad tenebras sicut pura anima. "

D. L

The union between the Garden and My Soul,

The journey has always spoke to my soul.

I have yet to understand why beauty will always partake in pure light and soft darkness,

When I first found my soul,

I questioned,

When will I water the flowers of my deep knowledge? I craved wisdom to tickle my beauty.

Perhaps I should Ask The almighty to commit to my Destinations,

As of right now,

I condemn my journey to be full of laughter and joy,

I have conjured the angel of peace, a slumber had enclosed his said wings,

So he was not able to fly once more,

but nevertheless, I accepted him as he came and allowed him to love my mind,

as I was shocked to see an angel with no wings,

Much less an angel that was sleeping within the deep layers of my mind,

Just there,

Waiting for me to start the journey of my  spiritual development.

Well,

" There is something missing. " said He,

" What is? " I questioned him.

He said,

"  If there is one thing I have always desired to perform with a Hue-man Being would be:

to ride in the clouds in the sky, with a floating carpet like Alladin perhaps,

And to have a basket full of flowers within it,

Freshly picked, strong delicate smells,

And Gaze upon the sun as it set, and our souls witness the first breath of darkness.  "

And right there,

I felt it just as you felt it as well,

Life is meddled with flowers that can heal our wounds.

Fascinating is it not?

When the dark comes in the evening,

With each breath,

we whisper to our soul,

Softly and quietly,

Is this really darkness?

And are we not but mere moments within the grasp of The Oneness creator,

Meddle in the strong need for clarification,

" I am the creator of all That exist or Does not exist, will not exist, Or won't ever exist. "

Said He,

But then there he is again,

The sleeping angel reached his hands to me to pull me into his tendered love,

Without hesitation,

Without caring for the heaviness of my impurity,

Without seeing the possibilities of his Malice,

Indeed With the intrusion of Supreme intuition to understand,

He has been with me all this time,

Guiding the very life that I breath towards the flowers that shall grant me peace,

"  Perhaps I am the wrong person to ever do this because I do not claim nor ever will claim that I am pure,

As I am just about the most evil and wicked Hue-man Being as It could get,

giving from this experience of having a heart that beats life into my soul,

But dare I say,

I say to you My sleeping angel,

I shall prepare my will to defend every breath I take so that I may get to the core of The almighty himself,

I shall prepare my heart to feel the most despair and anguish as painful as one's imagination can pierce,

I shall prepare my mind to become the most quiet and selfless mind to ever exist,

Dare I say,

Allow me to save you my sleeping angel,

Send me on a mission to recover your wings so that One day we may fly together,

Just me, my mind, my body, and my soul, and your universe. "

Said I,

Dei essentia amoris.

the truth of my pain exposed my weakness for his kindness,

let us now mount our horses and search for a garden to plant these flowers in,

At once, towards victory over our fears,

My heart fluttered as I envisioned peace,

Love has always been kind to me,

Tethering to the very core of my existence,

Molding the very space and the matter that enclose my cells,

And then,

At last,

Once we have found a garden,

There it is again,

that feeling in our chest that screams at our soul that we are indeed alive,

evermore reminding our mind that he is glorious,

and accepting our emotions,

and telling our heart that she is the most beautiful truth you have ever loved,

A garden indeed,

To plant the seeds of beauty and purity,

So that One day,

perhaps one day,

I will be the sleeping angel to another soul that has just embark on a journey as I, once did,

Perhaps one day me and my sleeping angel will be one and the same,

An experience befitting my kind soul,

To have no difference whatsoever between a beautiful Hue-man and An angel from the One creator,

To be the essence of humanity and the higher realms,

To be the primary advocate for peace throughout the entire cosmos,

Indeed,

A sleeping angel for my soul,

Whom told me about the garden,

And now my seeds of pure love will encounter darkness,

And then,

Of course, As you expected,

My flowers of peace and prosperity will blossomed,

colors, smells, and patterns will catch the essence of your breath,

The union between the garden and my soul,

Shall i be selfish and say that I am both?

I am the garden and I am my soul,

One need the Other,

My soul would have never been here without the seeds of my father,

Whom was planted by The almighty himself if I may say,

cause then how else?

And I would have never grown to be the Man I am today,

Without the trees that surrounds us,

and the flowers that Others carry within their heart,

And the Oneness of Mother Earth,

Mother Eve,

The queen herself,

Within her womb of pure love and nurture,

Out of her darkness,

We see the light in this world,

And so,

Here I am,

Embracing fully the garden which My soul shall blossom out of the Darkness.

Namaste.

Amen.