h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Fragrant blossoms welcome my nose as I step out into my garden. Once again spring has come. A cool breeze brushes past me and clears my mind. I am home. Here, among the tangle of green stalks and soft petals, I belong. No one judges me here. The flowers care naught about me, unless I should forget to give them their drink. Bright flashes of vivacious pinks, blues, violets, and golds capture my eyes and I am content. Content to stay lost among the wild tangle that Is. A soft twittering of bird’s song and the quiet rustle of wind through branches still my senses and I lay down. Down on the moist earth that gives birth to life. Down on the soft ground surrounded by Nature’s sweet beauty. Down into the world that only Is. I lie there and let life pass over me in the careless breezes that betray time. I lay and rest my worn body amongst the lilies. Not rising for Sun not moon nor rain, but instead only sleeping and dreaming in my wild garden that only exists as Is.


This is a musing. A thought captured by words. A scene. I’d like to know if this idea of a garden where there is no past or future, but only the moment brings a sense of serenity to anyone else. This is my peaceful place.

What's yours?