First of all, let me make this clear. I do not sing to the devas in my garden (although at times I may inadvertently water them) I just like to consider possibilites. Play with ideas and have a good time visualizing the "perhaps" in this astounding universe.
Do not sign me up with a cult or send me messages from the gods. I think I'll figure that out on my own.
I do go out in my garden in the late afternoon light and sit to watch the sun set over the Olympics. In my very priviledged life, I am able to watch how, for about a half hour, twilight seems to incandesce the colors of the flowers...even my gravel path has a purple hue. And the plants and the trees exhale, a gentle breathing out.
Then I stand up to walk among my roses and galliardia and cut out the flowers that are finished...the term is the gruesome " dead heading"; important for gardeners if you want the flowers to continue blooming. And I think to myself, how would flower spirits leave their bodies?
Roses would float up, amorphous and glowing, dropping petals as they leave. Lilies would shoot up like Roman candles, leaving sparkling threads of connection to the earth. Marigolds would bumble up like bottle rockets and silently explode in shreds of light.
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