Tending the Portal


We build our world,
the world we wish to have,
we tend it,
we make it rich
or let it whither,
we make the portal,
the stock but grows the rose,
still, we must obey,
what no one may mock
with arrogant will,
the principles that
support the universe,
and us,
in tending our gardens,
in building our worlds,
creating portals,
to life.

Rolf A. F.Witzsche

  Visit the living art garden 
of the invisible shapes that shape us
in the wide landscape of love



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