Waiting in his garden abode
watching the comings and goings
blessed in his peace
his eyes gaze forward
as the flowing jasmine crowns the mind.
Years pass by and he finds and gives
a calm to those who happen upon
the soul of the post and green flowing wall,
solitary is his game
being is his name.
Nestled in the jasmine
the scent lay heavy on the air
without a care we walk quietly by
more entranced with star like blooms
he says nothing as we move on
resting in his spot
a regular in this place.
Peace, Love and Patchouli 
just saying we don’t do much, occasional swim, listening to tunes and sipping a glass of wine evenings, talking about the day….perhaps a party of debauchery? nah! not our style 🙂
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Sounds heavenly. The boring life part…😀
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he is a keeper, came with us from Buffalo…still keeps watch…he lives a boring life 🙂 ha ha 🙂
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I love his jasmine crown! 🙂
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He’s one of a few wood carved faces, we like to slip them into the everyday decor to watch, rarely noticed but when someone spies it, what joy😊💕
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‘Solitary is his game.
Being is his name’ I love the way you have gently breathed life into this statue.
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🙂 ❤
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Thanks Sue, he watches us daily from his hidden garden, you also, a peace filled week and much love too😊☮🕉💕
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He looks as if his home is a peaceful one among the Jasmine… Lovely words Kim .. Hope you have a peaceful rest of the week xx
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Very eloquent.
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