•3• -Garden of Grace-   How can I even begin to explain what being in my garden means to me.   It is the closest I ever come to being with God.   The tinkling wind-chimes reassure me that His voice is in the wind.   The fragrant flowers, fill my heart with His song.   As I work my hands through the soil, pulling weeds.   He works His way through my soul, pulling troubles.   Copyright © 2001 Mable   Taiji Fools act upon instinct; prisoners: upon knowledge; occurrences: upon enlightenment; enlightenment: upon order; order: upon instinct. Now, how can this be? The heights and the depths reign in solidarity. Contributed by  Cienfuegos Take The Time Take the time to smell the roses, And the thorns in life are easy, You will see things differently, Never stormy, just breezy. Take the time to smell the roses, And your pain will ease, it’s true, Things will seem a little brighter, No matter what you do. Take the time to smell the roses, Be a light unto others, Reach out and touch someone special, Give hope to your sisters and brothers. Take the time to smell the roses, A once dear friend, did say, That she was sure that the roses will bless you, Each and every day. Take the time to smell the roses, See the beauty in it’s thorn, By taking the time to smell the rose, Your trials won’t be long. So this day, as I do write, I wish this wish for you, That you will smell the roses soon, And see beauty, in all you do.   °Heyoka    Eternal Passage   Echo waves of true emotion. Surround me misty, airy potion. A kiss, I wish to steal my breath. Stars life my soul, twinkle in depth.   Night and day, a clock so clever. You pull me close, time stops forever. You enter my eyes, your one with me. I blink to think, how could this be?   Gently I melt upon the sand your loving wave captures my hand washing me away from this lonesome land.   The sun has set and so have I. I am reborn, so please don't cry. "Everything is Everything" & now so am I.   from the pen of Nick ;)   ~Butt Prints in the Sand~   One night I had a wondrous dream, One set of footprints there was seen, The footprints of the Goddess they were, But mine were not along the shore, But then some stranger prints appeared, And I asked Her, "What have we here? These prints are large and round and neat, but much too big to be from feet" "My child", She said in somber tones, "For miles I carried you alone, I challenged you to walk in faith, But you refused and made me wait. You would not learn, you would not grow, The walk of faith, you would not know, So I got tired, I got fed up, And there I dropped you on your butt. Because in life, there comes a time, When one must fight and one must climb, When one must rise and take a stand, or leave their butt prints in the sand."   ~Author Unknown    •3•