The green mean garden which is
Actually a forest
In its own right.
Fulfilling prophecies of
A better moment..
in these concurring periods of time..
Helping one contemplate, rejoice and celebrate
The many hues of beauty in colors,
That only God could name.
Fill your eyes with
Visual delights
Of an early morning's moon
Turn left, turn right
Examine your every move
Touch all corners of a circular clock
Tell the time
Gain the momentum
Treasure the hourglass's precision
Now,
It is your turn
To look back.
These repetitive patterns of sanity
That often begs to be juxtaposed
With the lure of beauty.
With the desire of knowledge.
With the knowing of love..
With the being of silence.
Oh this magical crux of reality