What grows in the quiet spaces between thoughts?
This is The Garden of Perhaps — a contemplative video with original music, and a poetic reflection.
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Stories
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The Garden of Perhaps
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Moving the Immovable
MP3 Narration with Music:
The drought had lasted longer than anyone in the village could remember. Cracked earth stretched as far as the eye could see — the fields brittle and gray. The stream—once lively and clear—was now a mere trickle, barely enough to fill cupped hands. (more…)
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The Magpie Maze
In the desert city of Lenar, there was a rope-maker named Jaya who crafted the strongest ropes in the region. Her ropes secured merchant caravans, anchored desert sails, and even hoisted the palace’s golden chandelier. But for all her skill, Jaya had one relentless enemy: the sand magpies. (more…)
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The Wonderful Tower
In the small village of Elmbridge, nestled between rolling hills and dense forests, there lived a boy named Corwin. From the moment he could talk, it was clear he saw the world differently. While other children played games of chase or tended to their chores, Corwin would lie in the fields, gazing at the clouds, imagining them as floating castles or great beasts. (more…)
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The Invincible Sword
In a land cradled by rugged mountains and vast deserts, there lived a warrior named Kael. Renowned for his skill and bravery, Kael had fought in countless battles, earning him both respect and fear. Yet, despite his victories, he still wanted more. Every triumph felt hollow, every celebration fleeting. It was as though he were chasing something that was always three steps ahead of him.
One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and cast the world in fiery hues, a traveling bard arrived in Kael’s village. The bard spoke of a legendary sword—the Blade of Varyon—hidden deep within the Whispering Canyons. The sword was said to grant its wielder unmatched power and victory in every battle. Intrigued, Kael approached the bard after the tale. (more…)
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The Enigma of Ori
Deep in the heart of GrailHeart Forest, where ancient trees formed a cathedral of green, lay a spring unlike any other. Ori, they called it—which means “Singing Spring” in their ancient tongue. Its waters shimmered with an ethereal clarity, and from its depths rose a song that seemed alive, shifting with the emotions of those who came near. For some, Ori’s melody brought peace, as though it could hear their burdens and soothe them. For others, the song stirred unease, forcing them to confront fears they’d long ignored. And for a rare few, it offered guidance, weaving visions of truths yet unseen. (more…)
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The Last Dream
Author’s note: I’m writing this story for my 90-year-old mother. Her descent into dementia is quickening. She understands what’s happening to her, and of course it terrifies her. This story is my attempt to share with her a way to embrace the inevitability of her Path with a little more hope and a little less fear. (more…)
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The Waterfall of Eternity
Once upon a time there was a village next to an enormous waterfall of unimaginable beauty and power. It roared ceaselessly, sending mists into the air that nourished the forests and painted rainbows across the sky. The villagers who lived nearby spoke of its magnificence with pride, for they believed it was a gift from the Divine, a constant reminder of the Ineffable One’s magnificent presence. (more…)
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Passing the Flame
In the village of Amberwell, tucked beside a winding river, there was an ancient custom. Each season, the Keeper of the Lanterns would light the bronze lanterns that lined the village square. These lanterns burned day and night for a season, their warm glow reminding the villagers to embrace the time they were in. But when the season ended, the lanterns were extinguished, marking a transition to something new.
For as long as anyone could remember, the Keeper of the Lanterns had been Edric. His hands were calloused from decades of lighting wicks and trimming flames, his face weathered but kind. The villagers trusted him to keep the rhythm of the seasons, but few ever asked him how he felt about his role. For Edric, it had become both a duty and a comfort—a steady, predictable task in a world that often felt uncertain. (more…)
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The Legend of the Grail Cross
In the ancient days of GrailHeart, before the realms of men and machines intertwined, a solitary sage named Elarion dwelled in a secluded valley. Elarion was said to be a seeker of the Ignis Arcanus—the Secret Fire that wove the cosmos together. Elarion believed that this eternal fire was not found in distant stars or hidden depths but in the hearts of those who dared to let go of their smaller selves to awaken something greater.
One fateful night, under the vast canopy of stars, Elarion meditated on the nature of transformation. In a moment of profound clarity, the veil between the worlds seemed to lift, and the Ignis Arcanus revealed itself in a vision. A radiant cross of crimson fire appeared, its four rounded arms glowing softly, like the petals of a cosmic flower. As Elarion gazed upon it, the Ignis Arcanus spoke: (more…)