LONG AGO I READ A STORY FROM ANOTHER TIMELINE about a character named Candide. He also survived a harrowing series of misadventures and tragedies, then settled on a farm near Constantinople. Listening to a philosophical rant, Candide replied, "That is all very well, but now we must tend our garden."
I have now arrived at that point in my own story. There is a metaphorical garden in the acts and attitudes of a person's life, and the treasures of that garden are love and respect. I have come to realize that the gathering of love and respect - from others and for myself - has been the real quest of my life.
"Now we must tend our garden."
The Garden
In this one of many possible worlds,
all for the best, or some bizarre test?
It is what it is - and whatever
Time is still the infinite jest
The arrow files when you dream,
the hours tick away - the cells tick away
The Watchmaker keeps to his schemes
The hours tick away - they tick away
//The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect
So hard to earn, so easily burned //
In the fullness of time
A garden to nurture and protect
In the rise and the set of the sun
Still the stars go spinning - spinning 'round the night
It is what it is - and forever
Each moment a memory in flight
The arrow flies while you breathe,
the hours tick away - the cells tick away
The Watchmaker has time up his sleeve
The hours tick away - they tick away
The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect
So hard to earn, so easily burned
In the fullness of time
A garden to nurture and protect..( The treasure of a life)
The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect
The way you live, the gifts that you give
In the fullness of time
Its the only return that you expect....
The future disappears into memory
With only a moment between
//Forever wells in that moment
Hope is what remains to be seen...//
...... In the fullness of time a garden to nurture and protect.........Is the treasure of a life..........(Sir Jitzu)
I have now arrived at that point in my own story. There is a metaphorical garden in the acts and attitudes of a person's life, and the treasures of that garden are love and respect. I have come to realize that the gathering of love and respect - from others and for myself - has been the real quest of my life.
"Now we must tend our garden."
The Garden
In this one of many possible worlds,
all for the best, or some bizarre test?
It is what it is - and whatever
Time is still the infinite jest
The arrow files when you dream,
the hours tick away - the cells tick away
The Watchmaker keeps to his schemes
The hours tick away - they tick away
//The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect
So hard to earn, so easily burned //
In the fullness of time
A garden to nurture and protect
In the rise and the set of the sun
Still the stars go spinning - spinning 'round the night
It is what it is - and forever
Each moment a memory in flight
The arrow flies while you breathe,
the hours tick away - the cells tick away
The Watchmaker has time up his sleeve
The hours tick away - they tick away
The measure of a life is a measure of love and respect
So hard to earn, so easily burned
In the fullness of time
A garden to nurture and protect..( The treasure of a life)
The treasure of a life is a measure of love and respect
The way you live, the gifts that you give
In the fullness of time
Its the only return that you expect....
The future disappears into memory
With only a moment between
//Forever wells in that moment
Hope is what remains to be seen...//
...... In the fullness of time a garden to nurture and protect.........Is the treasure of a life..........(Sir Jitzu)