I’d love to climb up on the cliff side… where the beautiful fields of flowers sprinkled on top the very edge…the most… unexpected of things you’d find in such a seemingly foreboding place… right on the edge… as if it didn’t exist at all… life and death you could say… and this in between… rendering them both simply an illusion… in the juxtaposition of it all…
That’s where you’d find Me…
Shanti.
I’d climb the staircase in the rock bed… all the way up scaling the walls of the rock face… to get to it…the garden of flowers…at the top… along the edge… the Sea stretching for miles beyond.
And once I’d turned that last bend, and saw them there, stretching on and on, I’d sigh… at the sight.
This wonder… before my eyes.
Unexpected.
Yet so beautiful…
Made it so wonderful for Me…
The Sun shining down on this little escape… between heaven and Earth it seemed…
The Gardens… on the cliff tops…
by the Sea… the wind breeze blowing in to give the flowers fresh dew as they shook their little leaves of the drops, and embraced the Sun
their food and water provided for…
the grass so green…
Rare flowers grew up here…
beautiful exotic ones…
and the bees and little creatures…
like Me…
would find them,
and admire…
God’s gift
to us all.
God’s creation.
Nothing else seemed real to Me… when I was up there… Not the land, nor the Sky, nor the Sea…
Just this little beautiful enclave…
This garden for Me… sitting on the edge of all sides… where they met in the middle
that…was all Me…
And how I enjoyed…
I’d go to them all…
Feeling their little petals as I greeted them all, especially my favourite ones
Blues with yellow on them…
Reds…and the shapes they’d make!
Oranges that twirled
Even some Green I swear it, and they were the most proud…
I’d smell them all, drink in their sweet nectar they offered to Me…
This was my favourite place….
For just Me.
I’d sit, amongst the flowers, having greeted them all, giving them little gifts…and sprinkling them with my golden light, they’d stretch up and inhale for me, like a breath of fresh air
My love & light…
The garden… it came alive for Me.
This was… Shanti.
I’d go up there for days sometimes…to just Be…
meditating with the Flowers as One…
it was a beautiful feeling…
Stretching out under the light of the moon as I slept at night, bathed in Her soothing glow.
Protected always by the energies up there and my little friends, I never had any reason to fear.
Except One.
There was a little creature… a dark creature
you could say,
who found its way…up there…
to my enclave once…
A black snake... a massive one,
lay in the garden, waiting for Me
one day.
I froze seeing Him lying there amongst my precious flowers,
So out of place in the scene,
and I didn’t know,
whether to turn back…
or what…but as I turned, I stopped and I looked back at this garden… no… I couldn’t,
just leave them.
Unprotected.
So, I took a few steps forward.
Its venom I could feel for miles…
And I wondered how He reached those heights at all.
Are you here to hurt Me?
I asked.
Yesss….
He says as I froze and the flowers shuddered away
No Shanti… Go…
I will not leave them
I will not.
Why?
Because I heard… you love things… back together again…
Like the garden…
… I changed… my questioning as I took this in…
Are you here…
to harm Me.
Yessss…
if you do not come near to Me… Shanti.
Om…
He needs Me,
for Creation to turn,
so, I need you also.
What do you mean about Om… and I began to feel fear, the energy of the Sea rising up to meet Me this time... no Om…
The hawks saw from above and the butterflies,
Winds called to them
Save Shanti…get Om
She is taking a stand in the garden…
Go…
So, they flew at a speed to you far away down the cliff side, across the river, towards the sea and Our palace Home… our son and You and Me.
One.
What do you want with Om
I want to be Him
Shanti.
Will you help Me.
Brahman… I whispered to myself… thinking quietly…
As He said the words,
Can you Love Me?
And that feeling.
That there was no one – nothing in the world except for this Snake…and Me…
Me… on the forefront of the entire planet, Cosmos… even… and Him.
Me. In between
Yes.
He grinned.
Thank you.
Shanti.
No – the flowers
Burst out…
You running, up the spiral as He bit Me, and I fell
glancing you running up the side turning the bend, not seeing me, but Me seeing you that one last time
I’m sorry Om
and over the edge
I went
And rose –
Eve. - ♾️
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