I know a place where the wild onion grows; where the honeysuckle wraps its sweetened vines against the roughened oak.

And stone steps lead to heaven on earth, a patch of untouched wood.

I know a place where the mayflowers bloom; where the winding path reveals memories trail.

And, the lilies grow in clustered patch in desperate search for dawn.

I know a place where garden walls are forged from century’s old stone; where placement discloses the lesson:

“That which lasts must be positioned to move.”

And, just like love – “its whole beauty is in its wildness. It comes like a breeze with great fragrance, fills your heart, and suddenly where there was a desert there is a garden full of flowers.” (Osho)

And proving, even in the wildness we find our home.

In peace…

Namaste ❤️