So here's something to chew on:
What if life is a garden, as this poem says, and not a road? What does that say about the directionality we all assume about our lives? I, for one, sure behave differently in a garden than on a road. Makes me realize how imbedded that Western notion of "going somewhere" is in this heart and mind.
I'm planning to play with this for the next while - anyone care to join me?
life is a garden,
not a road
we enter and exit
through the same gate
wandering,
where we go matters less
than what we notice
~ Bokonon ~
(The Lost Book)
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