Meaning, truth, morality, judgement, reason: may they be banished in their militant forms here.
This garden holds no room for such instruments.
May their second and hidden meanings come forward, let judgement become discerning
Let truth be effort
Let meaning be witnessing, watching
Let morality be harmlessness
Let reason be awareness of possibility within possibility.
The candles have all burned low, the light is very low. The garden has hushed and is hidden, flickering pockets of light, all else is still and dark with night and green and wet.
And here I am in it.
And I am calling out, in a whisper, in a laughing call, in a scream, in a yelpIng.
For those that come to me in low lit gardens.
Who of the birds? The flowers and leafy herbs? Who of the mammals? Who of the lizzard and frog and salamander? Who of insects in their innumerable names. Who of fish and all things of the sea in these small pools that have gathered. Who of the trees? The rain? The air? The sky and stars? The sun, the moon? Who will answer my call here? And what lessons and things will I find if I depart with them, hand in hand?
July 4th, 2024
Brotherrat, Barcelona Spain, outside of Sagrada Familia
