The Garden of Perhaps

What grows in the quiet spaces between thoughts?

This is The Garden of Perhaps — a contemplative video with original music, and a poetic reflection.

There is a garden that does not grow.
Or rather,
it grows in ways the eye cannot follow.
No stem, no petal, no name for what blooms here.

It is not tended.
It is not wild.
It waits—but not for anything.

Light passes through its branches
without disturbing them.
Time lingers,
then forgets why it came.

Here, possibility hums softly in the soil.
Not with urgency—
but with a kind of radiant indecision.

Perhaps.
Perhaps not.
Perhaps never, or always, or just enough.

The wind that moves here does not carry scent or sound.
Only the quiet suggestion of arrival.
Only the echo of something not quite born.

You may walk its winding paths
or sit unmoving in its center.

Either way,
the garden unfolds.
And if you listen—not to find,
but simply to listen—
you may hear
what nothing ever said.

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One response to “The Garden of Perhaps”

  1. Miriam Morelli Avatar
    Miriam Morelli

    É um jardim de silêncio,
    de quietude .
    É um jardim onde nossa essência foi plantada e cultivada.
    A essência que realmente define quem somos, sem máscaras ou subterfúgios.
    É um jardim que nos aguarda
    para ser ser olhado,
    para ser sentido e
    para ser visitado
    e revisitado, inúmeras vezes.
    Para mim esse é o jardim do despertar.
    + + +
    TRANSLATION:
    It is a garden of silence,
    of stillness.
    It is a garden where our essence was planted and cultivated —
    the essence that truly defines who we are, without masks or subterfuge.

    It is a garden that awaits us,
    to be looked upon,
    to be felt,
    to be visited
    and revisited, countless times.

    For me, this is the garden of awakening.

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