Lessons from the Garden
I dig my hands
Into the warm earth
I plant hope
And wait
Nestled safely in her dark womb
Nourished by decay
Drinking the sky
Reaching for the sun
To fill her veins with life
She hopes and waits
The morning sun on my back
Sweat pours from my creased forehead
As I tend, and hope, and wait
She dances to the rhythms
Dark and light
Breeze and calm
Inhaling death
Exhaling life
The song is nothing
And everything
Rainbows born from the earth
Flower and fruit
Triumphantly exploding into being
Given freely,
Completely,
Sacrificially
To the world
Dancing to the rhythm
She falls
Fully spent
Plowed under as
Nourishment for the next
Red and ripe
Realized hope
Drips down my chin
I thank the earth
And sky
And sun
And wind
From which, I to, am made
As I dance to the same song
6 comments:
Handsome, this is just lovely. I love your heart. Thank you for sharing a piece of it with us..♥
BTW, thanks for the inspiration Bob.
I like the images of death to life.
Nourished by decay...
Inhaling death
Exhaling life...
Given freely,
Completely,
Sacrificially
To the world
Nice, Roger. Being part of nature rather than separate--it's quite a revelation to live this way rather than forcefully subduing and conquering, isn't it?
I think its a good way to live.
I think you're right.
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