My
garden is small and has very little definition....
I let plants reseed. There’s little strategy involved and that is good. I enter a different sense of time when
in nature. On this day, I was
trimming a massive heirloom climbing rose. There were sparrows and a pair of gold finches entertaining
me. As I settle into the garden’s
rhythm, it becomes meditative. The
birds were speaking and I listened...
The author's garden |
The
wind whispered.
It
was a space between the shadows and light.
She
blinked to see if she really saw, and there it was:
A reflection of her soul in the veins
of a leaf,
An ancient image of color and form,
Breathing, like a fern, through her
pores.
She
floated to the tree tops with the birds.
Liltingly,
she danced in the wind.
Wordlessness
transferred to her eye, mind and soul,
The
Sparrow said,
“Listen.”
The
Finch tilted her head and said,
“What is here isn’t. This is a spiritual quest.
It’s a matter of seeing between the dot
and the blur, the love and the fear
It’s a space….between a leaf, a flutter
and a breeze.”
And
she knew…as soft and real as the moss
where she stood,
Truth
had been translated in their song.
Life
was in motion,
Awakened and renewed.
Awakened and renewed.
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This post is beautiful and the layout is perfect. Thank you for sharing, believing,and creating a sacred place for poetry to thrive.
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DeleteThank you so much, Edith!! ~ Carolyn
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