There once was a Secret Garden filled with beautiful blooms of every colour and hue, ruby reds, yellow, purple, orange, pink and blue filled every flowerbed.
Everything from delicate Daisies to strong Sunflowers thrived in the rich dark earth everywhere. Bluebells, Freesias, Lilies, Jasmine, Honeysuckle and Roses all harmoniously blending into one heavenly perfume. A myriad of intoxicating fragrances filled the air.
There was magic in this special place, kissed by warm Summer rain, caressed by Sunlight and bathed in Moonlight, the Secret Garden created a dance of the senses for those who knew the inter connection of all things and felt the hand of Grace. Honey Bees gathered sweet nectar, birds sang, beetles and ants worked hard, Butterflies and Dragonflies danced.There was a home for everything and all was in perfect balance and harmony. A Secret Garden filled with all that was good, hope, faith, love and serenity.
Until one day the Stranger came.
With jealous eyes he looked through the garden gate, there was no admittance for him there for his heart was filled with hate. Rather than just walk away, the Stranger decided to stay.
With malevolent eyes, he looked to the skies and cursed the Sun as he scattered seeds of hate. His darkness grew and infernal night came riding in. Without the Light from a benevolent Sun and the kiss of soft Moonlight, the garden of love withered and died.
The Stranger smiled, his dark deeds done. If he could not have admittance to the beautiful garden, then no other ever would. He alone would enjoy the seeds he had sown, once they bloomed. Eons passed. He regarded what was now his garden. The ground was barren and bare, not even Bindweed grew.
The Stranger cried out into the darkness ‘Why does my garden not grow?’
A soft voice answered ‘Love cannot grow from seeds of hate.’
Understanding tore through his rigid body, a lightening bolt of realisation. He closed his eyes and began to cry. A blinding flash of Light filled the darkened skies. His tears of remorse formed into a pool. A Nightingale began to sing a soft, sweet song. The sound filled the caverns of his empty heart.
Opening his eyes, he saw upon the pool of tears a perfect Lotus Blossom.
And the Stranger understood.
For the rest of his days he walked lightly upon the Earth, tending the garden with deep gratitude. The Sun and Moon poured Blessings and Benedictions upon their Son. No longer a Stranger, he had found his way Home and the garden grew in such beauty that the people came from far and wide. They asked him what was the secret of such a magical place.
Smiling he simply said ‘Love.’
Eily Nash (2021)
Blue skies of Summer torn apart, as storm clouds come riding in.
Time stands still.
Will we hear the rebuke in thunder, accept cleansing from the rain?
Gaia feels such pain, for her children have free will and may atone …
Or fall into the abyss of eternal sin.
I penned this little poem as I listened to the delicious sound of thunder rolling across the sky. Rain poured down over the beautiful plants and trees in my garden. I thought about the blessings of the Earth. All our needs are met. Yet what is it in a human that seeks to hurt where they could heal? Each other, our animals, environment, nature. Our birthright is as Co-creators but we are on the cusp of becoming the dark destroyers. We can reach for the stars or fall into the abyss. My heart breaks for us, what we have become and what we could be, for truly there is so much more than we can see.
Blessed by blue skies on a sultry Summer day, I lay upon a lush green lawn in my English Country garden. The scent of Honeysuckle and Jasmine hang sweetly on the air, blending with Roses and Lavender. Such delicate fragrances delight the senses. They are dancing to the soft calling of birds and the low humming of nectar gathering bees. A Ray of Light playfully glints through rustling Beech Tree leaves and I watch Swifts riding the breeze. So high, soaring to the edge of blue. Soft caresses of sunlight are kissing my skin.
I close my eyes and dream of you.
Eily Nash ~ 2020
I love the textures and layers of the past.
Ghosts of the living and the dead.
And Gaia reclaiming Her space…