9/22/10
The Garden
Personal poetry
There's soil in the palm of your hand
it is wild and winsome
Travelling through veins and arteries
Traveling through branches-continous, circulating
Inner luminosity and growth
To hold
To claim- the throat of the pail
Tiny fingers, small to the Earth
Dispersed seeds, careless, unknowing
Dusk
Dawn
Dew
The seeds, helpless
We wait.
Wandering in the wilderness of the Garden
There's soil in the palm of your hand
it is wild and winsome
Travelling through veins and arteries
Traveling through branches-continous, circulating
Inner luminosity and growth
To hold
To claim- the throat of the pail
Tiny fingers, small to the Earth
Dispersed seeds, careless, unknowing
Dusk
Dawn
Dew
The seeds, helpless
We wait.
Wandering in the wilderness of the Garden
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