Writings from the Heart...

The Garden
An excerpt

It was good to be outside, to be with the soft darkness of the night. There was beauty here, there was stillness. Taking a few deep breaths, he became aware of an immense sense of gratitude within him. Startled by an invisible presence, he suddenly looked around as he felt something brush gently against his arm. Whatever it was seemed to take his hand, leading him into the unknown realm of the surrounding darkness. But there was nothing there. At least, he couldn’t see anyone there, but he knew She was there, in the deep silence of the night, calling him from within.

“I am woman,” she whispered in her softest voice. “Here I am”. He knew that soft voice, for he knew her. He had never seen her before, but he had known her forever. Sometimes he had sensed her presence, silent, sweet and waiting, during his long walks on the beach, as he strolled through the forest, or late at night, as he sat peacefully beneath the full moon’s glow. Instantly, he intuitively knew her as ageless, sacred, ancient, immortal, infinite. She was the creative inspiration of the Muse, she was the wise strength of the Goddess, and yet she was so soft, so open, so vulnerable, so innocent. She was profound. She was nothing. She was a shimmering mirror. She was his love. “I am waiting for you,” her silent voice whispered in the darkness, calling from a place that simultaneously filled him with awe and terror. For a moment he wondered if he was going mad.

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