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at the tender nudge of a gentle wind, the flowers genuflect
and the well-tended rose garden holds me spellbound,
my rapt soul is brimming with its grace-filled movement,
with the vivid and heady mix of earthy and sublime
at night the garden is as incandescent as a saint’s prayer,
as sacred and nearly silent as the ruins of an ancient temple,
in the morning mist we tumble, me with this wealth of roses,
plummeting heart over head beyond the threshold of wonder
“When we experience the Beautiful, there is a sense of homecoming . . . In the experience of beauty, we awaken and surrender in the same act.” John O’Donahue, The Invisible Embrace, Beauty: Rediscovering the True Sources of Compassion, Serenity, and Hope
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a mini paradise, heavenly
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It is very evident that you enjoy the garden. Beautifully done, Jamie.
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Beautiful, Jamie.
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Such warmth in these lines of verse…a wonderful start to my day.
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Thanks for offering me this moment in your garden! Truly appreciated this day…
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Fantastic! Beautiful pics and a very true poem–wonderful descriptions. I believe you are in SF–it is so beautiful. Thanks for the night vision. k.
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I’m on the SF Peninsula … just as beautiful, a little less congestion. We have several wonderful ones in the area. This garden is part of Central Park and a short walk from where I live. I think you would love to visit Filoli Gardens if you ever came out this way, k.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Filoli
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