The steady pulsing of funky bass lines shook all who stood basking in it's warm glow. We moved and twisted to the wills of the music makers and our own lack of inhibitions. The Garden was a meeting place for all the forces of the universe. As we frolicked in the cosmic collisions of energy waves time and place became thin as paper. All that was real consisted of marshmallow chocolate and graham.
Early mornings here have a calmness to them. A blanket of tranquil quietness. Only the soft sound of waves folding over onto themselves could be made out in the distance.
Humble abode for the duration of my stay.
An energy channel carved from the rocks. The presence of Big Sur goodness was strong here, a connecting point with the universal flow.
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