I sit beneath the trees in the front garden…
We should give this garden a name; I suggest we call it Rosaria’s Garden after our dear grandmother who’s almost 8 years gone but the furthest from forgotten. I think of her when I’m in search of peace.
A fresh supply of O² from the leaves as I close my eyes and breath. The green of the trees; gleam these into tears.
Loadshedding on phase 1 and my phone on 5% — I write this with a serene mind state and a bic pen.
The only thing on the agenda today is Tranquility.
As I perch in silence: all the noise is drowned out. Meditation is the medication I’ve been prescribed. No bees or bad vibes — just birds and butterflies.
Nature composes the sweet symphonies we play on our heartstrings. The emotions we feel and the stories that time keeps. There’s a fine line between ignorance and how we define bliss. Question all things as long as you find peace.
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