When I saw your memories, your
dreams, your soul…I saw a garden;
The nursery of orchid, rose, and gladiolus
that you have been longing for, eon after eon.
It is there and will always be.

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The garden does not have an artless nature
though. Your bed of inflorescence is radiant,
yet aphotic. Your courtyard of annuals is tranquil,
yet chaotic. Your terrace of amaranth is pure,
yet blighted. I see a dream come true
that is a nightmare for you.

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My darling, let the garden be and flourish.
I have seen what you have seen;
lived your memory and dream. If
you let go the fear of chaos or impurity

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your mind and soul
will be at peace, for the garden is peace.

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