I was walking in the garden of the Goddess, purified and dressed by the infinity of the sky. In this garden Born of Her lust, The Flower Prince dances, and His perfume is this stirring fire. From Him is the Eros that brings forth Life. The seduction of bees, pollinating, and the fecundity of the sacred creatures in the Garden... All come from His gift which is desire. I was walking In the Garden of the Goddess, Cleansed and bare. Intoxicated, Full of desire, Full of Him. Who was One With me. I was walking... And He led me there, by earnest scent and burning fire to this watery mirror, reflecting the endless of galaxies. "Who is this God In front of me?" I asked, gazing The calming surface. "I am all that you see. I am you, And you are me" I was walking in the Garden of the Goddess and the Flower Prince danced to me. In blooming, The sacred incense that was His skin, A key to Mystery: "Behold! And look how Beautiful I am!" His dance revealed to me, what I cannot see: A Love that vanishes within time, Eternal and ephemeral. The Mystery of myself.
- Botanic Garden of Padova, Italy







Perhaps ephemerality is immanent in beauty.
Lovely and so enchanting. 🖤🖤🖤