Garden of Existence

The journey to my Garden of Existence is through a tunnel of brilliant hues and light. The light is warm on my skin yet cool in its push. It encapsulates me with pure happiness and freedom. There was a moment in my past where I entered a deep state of meditation. I envisioned three angels surrounding me. Guiding me through this tunnel but I could not keep up with their speed. I grew fearful that I would fall behind and lose them forever. The One with The Rich Chocolate Hair grabs my by the wrist and brings me back. There is a pause and the angels float in formation around me, inviting me to ask.

"What do you ask for?"

"I ask for beauty"

The One with The Rich Chocolate Hair giggles...

“You already are”

In that moment, I felt layers of skin being peeled off my face in small strips from my nose to my crown. Such a miraculous feeling that turned me into a believer. Ever since… people tell me my skin glows.

They have returned, as effervescent as before. Playfully soaring through the tunnel. Around me, before me, behind me, through me. I reach a gilded door in the most regal of processions. I pan up and my eyes scale a facade of sleek golden points that prick the sky.

I return my gaze towards the entrance. A proudly decorated male stands to its left, awaiting my arrival. The Escort. He carries a stone tablet nestled in the dip in his hip and smiles as the angels escort me towards him.

My Garden of Existence is an infinitely long hallway lined with doors of all shapes and sizes. My Uncle made these doors. Within these doors I can access my memories, my deepest desires, my future, and the lives of others. The Escort guides me along this hallway stopping at every door so that I may choose. By the way, The Escort has changed his entire human form to her entire human form. I am both shocked and amazed. She is an enigma. As she continues to change, I realize she is the personification of humans I aspire to surround myself with. However as she changes her form with each door, I notice it is reactionary to my thoughts. She doesn’t speak to me with words. But with smiles. Until now, I wasn’t aware smiles are infinite.

I choose a door. A large wooden door hand carved and etched with characters I cannot translate. I touch and feel the smooth curves and can only fathom it is my Uncle who carved this door. This is his art. It’s his passion that I inherited and drew me to this door. I take one final look at The Escort now dressed in a power suit. With a confident smile she ensure me this is safe and ok. I still am a bit wary of her. The constant change of appearance once was impressive, now seems to mask an entire being within, who chooses to present itself in human form for.. my viewing pleasure.

I peek over her shoulder and see my angels down the hall by the door. I just wanted to know they haven’t left me. They are chillin on a stoop and chatting. Literally.

I push through the door and with a blinding burst of light I see myself standing on a street corner holding both hands with two of my own little angels. Twin girls. It’s a bright sunny afternoon in the city. The streets are clean and the gardens are lush. The light changes and it’s our turn to cross the street. I bend my knees a bit and with a cheeky smile, I whisper in the ear of the girl to my left. A special secret shared my just the 2 of us. While she giggles, my other daughter tucks the curls behind her ear and smiles... because the breeze is strong today.