The Garden Path
I’m walking down a garden path;
with my vision, distracted below;
suddenly, I’m drawn to laugh;
as I imagine the drifting snow.
I find myself entrenched in two worlds;
wondering, which one is me;
one I think; or the illusion unfurled;
for that’s the one that I see.
Then I’m drawn back to yesterday;
a mere child, in a picturebook place;
and the mind, swiftly returns, to stay;
for, the other, occupied no space.
I had walked a while down the path;
feeling soft mud, beneath bare feet;
once again, suddenly drawn to laugh;
recalling one, who made me complete.
Was she the one, always destined to be;
or would there, someday, be another?
My consciousness kept altering reality;
as I sought all truths to discover.
What is this path, and where does it lead;
is it designed to take me somewhere;
loneliness, is unable to fill each need;
is there to be a helpmate to share?
The Master walked with me, on the path;
in his beautiful garden, above;
“It’s not just a person,” he said with a laugh;
“that which you seek is love.”
Monty 1/21/22. # 940