love

It was a flow of days and nights she had been in the garden. Moon had died and reborn while her stay drawing invisible trajectories. They were many curves in two dimensions, in three it was orbit moon was gliding. She saw far and deep down under her autumn skin. Beauty was in all directions. She was opening. Her gaze sharpening. Other senses waking up in a slower tempo. She had become aware of some sort of presence that there was in the garden... to like flirt with her. She did not know why she was able to trust presence was for good. For her. She knew it had been waiting for her. How she knew she didn't know. She had given a little response to that presence. It was through her body in soft silence. She would have been able to hear snowflakes travelling down, so quiet it was. Feel the weight up in the air. She would have loved to feel fluffy flakes with lots of holes landing on her warm skin, making her fresh with greetings from above, then look white becoming silverish for a short moment before turning into transparent water with colours of a rainbow. She would have loved to see streams. Presence was a living power so strong it became possible for her to see life. To see death. Presence touched her deep receptors making it possible for her to see what was alive what was dead under her skin. She saw how much she had been carrying death in her body from the outside of the garden. She realized how her body had been her shelter outside the garden to protect her living self. It was wisdom of a body to protect the source of life in her when she was not able to do it herself. She couldn't find words to describe how all this was. She knew she wanted to go to that life in her. Body had built a wall nobody could break. Only love could. She knew this garden was with the presence of love. As a daughter of a family next to forest she had been taught nothing would start growing when moon was dying. She did not know if this was a garden where everything grew despite the moon. If everything was to become alive despite the moon, despite the death how dead.