Episode 121
🪔 Sam & Marina in the Poetry Park
“When the Sacred Is Found Among the Forgotten”
The evening in the Poetry Park was quiet.
Golden light rested softly on the leaves,
and the wind carried the scent of distant jasmine.
Sam and Marina walked slowly along the stone path.
Suddenly Marina paused.
Near the old banyan tree, beside a forgotten bench,
there lay several statues and framed pictures —
beautiful once, but now covered with dust and scratches.
Marina bent gently and brushed away the leaves.
“Sam… look,” she whispered.
“A statue of Buddha…
And here… Lord Krishna with his flute…
Ganesh too…
And even pictures of Jesus and Mother Mary.”
Sam stood silently for a moment.
“How strange,” he said softly.
“So many paths of wisdom…
resting here together…
as if abandoned by the world.”
Marina looked at the calm face of the Buddha statue.
“Yet none of them look offended,” she said.
“The Buddha still smiles in peace.”
Sam nodded.
“Krishna still plays his silent flute.
Ganesh still sits patiently.
Jesus still blesses.
Mary still watches with compassion.”
The wind moved through the trees
like a quiet hymn.
“Perhaps,” Marina said slowly,
“the sacred is never truly thrown away.”
Sam smiled.
“Maybe these statues are not here by accident.”
“Then why?” Marina asked.
Sam looked at the fading sunlight.
“To remind us,” he said,
“that wisdom from many traditions can sit together peacefully…
even when humans forget.”
Marina gently lifted one of the fallen frames.
“Then we should not leave them here,” she said.
“No,” Sam replied.
“Not because the Divine needs protection…
but because our hearts do.”
They carefully gathered the statues.
As they walked toward the small shrine at the edge of the park,
the evening breeze whispered through the trees.
And somewhere in that quiet moment
it felt as if
Buddha’s silence,
Krishna’s flute,
Ganesh’s patience,
Jesus’ compassion,
and Mary’s tenderness
were all blessing the same path.
The path where
respect returns
and kindness learns wisdom. 🪔✨
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