This is a garden the mind’s eye imagines, would it visit?: A poem 

Where even the early autumn sees verdant blooms 

like those sacred Japanese gardens! You know, those picturesque flowers and  

trees, and little bridges over misty ponds. And I am skirting the rubicon, 

into a garden hard as willows, prickly as thorns, yet soft as silk 

of the mulberry. Despite the odds, it feels like dewy petals! You can tell imagination seeks to define 

what it perceives beyond experience, as if all progress was based 

on fiction! I am not just seeing, but tapping before seeing, at the forms  

that float in the original primal sphere, bringing their psychedelic 

flavours, as if that what was meant only for God’s Kings became 

visible in my clairvoyant mind. Intuition and inspiration drape around the descriptive 

deciduous. And suddenly a trellis opens out in a verandah where the sun  

sinks like a mellow light. This is not a material sunset, but an immaterial 

spiritual descent into a garden, that was meant explicitly to be its receptacle!  

Mother and Father in a hieros gamos, so God and Goddess, where myths  

are uncovered and rediscovered; overshadowing the mediocre reality of men.  

You know the May Queen can come as late as early June, if she pleases.  

And it’s not for the Stairway to Heaven! Ask Jacob? And spring can last forever  

not just for a short time since April. I am just wondering if the Minotaur delighted at finding  

the maze not fallen with the fall of an antiquated civilisation. And we can ingest the  

sacred manna and ambrosia, that is neither flesh nor vegetation, nor blood nor water nor wine.   

I am not changing any directions with any kind of despondency! If I should regain all the love  

I lost to evil with one mere thought! How should I define love, so immanent in  

my sacrifice, even in raging war, and misunderstood by all and sundry and manipulated by treachery!  

Mother, you were no entitled dowager when Dad passed, but I can tell you of all our entitlements 

in the passage routes of eternity; it will take endless tomes! If judiciousness  

can be branded as selfishness, then how come all the miserable evil get away with its 

murders? Are the courts of every country that decide on judgment any haloed!  I have seen so many righteous people 

fall to the gavel of injustice and criminality! Not just me! So, where should I stop at this garden,  

if it’s a Rubicon and I still have refused to burn any bridges?