“This long road is not my path.
It’s not fit for strolling,”
He said.
Lazy feet walked his dusty road.
“I know you’ll stay,”
He said, then mocked,
“On a ‘garden path’ I cannot see,
A beautiful thing to walk upon,
Beneath trees that wave when you appear, When you’re near.
And flowers
And birds
And streams
And things
And Love
And Light
And Beings
With little jests
That calm your frenzies!
“I know,”
He grinned before he chided,
“You won’t live darkly in this world,
Separated from your greatness
You won’t live, insensibly,
Doing nothing to help yourself.”
Submitted by Nai’mah Combs
Tagged with: Voice of Elysium
Hi Naimah,
I always enjoy your unique viewpoint. It is something that makes you think in order to sense the inner spark hidden within. This garden path sounds like many a garden path I have traveled before. And the video is lovely too.
Thank you, Gloria Lynn. It’s a pleasure being with you here in the Light, and feeling the Love!