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A Spiritually Enlightening Online Magazine. January's Theme: "Path" All enter a world of sights and smells
Called The Garden, it's a lovely place
Called The Morgue, it's a forbidding place
What calls us all to this place?
Some trample beds as they go
My paths have taken me through well worn ways
I've crawled and run and walked and stepped
Through years of questing and finding what for
The elusive Scent for which I'd scoured
In a field of flowers in a cool night of Spring
Lying on the ground in that time of despair
Propped up on elbows, we began to talk
And so in this Garden of Paradise Found
Parzival Sattva means "Follow your Heart, Purify your World". Parz's journey began with academic pursuits. He earned his Bachelor of Arts in Astronomy and then joined the Navy before earning his Master of Accountancy and his Master of Science in Taxation. His thirst for knowledge, innate skepticism, and childhood experiences brought about his spiritual awakening.
Parz is a spiritualist, Reiki Master/Teacher, BodyTalk Practitioner, Tarot card reader, philosopher, and Wanderer on the endless quest of Life. He's an award winning author who has been published in Voice of Choices and Harmony magazines and is nearing completion of "I", the first book in his series "I AM GOD &UR2". His website, which houses his blog, is at www.parzivalsattva.com
Volume 9 Issue 2 ISSN# 1708-3265
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The Garden
by Parzival Sattva
flowers and dells, fields and wells
Twisted strange wilds, tended paths that wind
All the pleasures and horrors of a child's mind
a wondrous space for a faire race
where dreams are born and spirits roam
a land where all can create a home
a nightmare space for a demon race
where hazards and poisons are free to flow
and lands where things refuse to grow
This restful space or endless race
Upon what purpose are our souls bent?
My reason is to find the Heaven Scent
Others weave, sew and aid things grow
No set balance between darkness and light
Just reason, thought, and second sight
heart-felt prayers and endless days
Shown around at first, then on my own
To find what I reaped from what I'd sown
The adult has kept the child who leapt
amongst the paths, plants, springs and brooks
in a paradise most know only through books
gathering pertinent lore and so much more
Finding clarity and clouds with every step
Depression with oppressive feet slowly crept
smelled every flower in lake, garden, and bower
Was nowhere to be found, or so it seemed
Was it nothing more than a nightmarish dream?
Where Elves danced and Cherubs winged
I plopped down amidst them and gave up hope
Ended the search so's not feel the Dope
breathing the air and becoming aware
I stretched out and found lying next to me
A fellow searcher, pretty as can be
We had to talk of our endless walk
As the Sun rose upon us, understanding did too
Here lay the Heaven Sent with eyes of blue
We walk around the endless grounds
Hand in hand until the end of time
Now and Forever — Evernow — Divine
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