THE GARDEN (An Original Poem)
The silence had touched her,
an open armed silence
so ready to embrace
her, so embraceable
Kneeling in the garden
cool, dark Earth
that sustains her
as she sustains it,
such a peaceful union
Seed, under cover of darkness,
growing, soon all will bare witness
to the beauty of the fruit.
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This reminds me of the little baby dope seedling I just planted...
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👍👉 @ericvancewalton , nice poem
How do you do it, Eric?
What do you mean, @fairytalelife?
You keep creating such marvels!
Thank you! Lots and lots (and lots) of practice and lots of meditation.
Steemon
Cool post
The image of the garden brings up a whole range of thoughts for me, especially pertaining to Steemit. Obviously, tending your position here is much like tending a garden, and you hope your seeds will bear fruit. A few years back, though, I watched a gardening documentary called Back to Eden. It was about how a good layer of mulch can take over most of the work of weeding, fertilizing, even watering. Without the mulch, you can really be striving after a garden that will bear fruit, and your striving can be very unproductive. When I find myself toiling and striving over a goal now, and the work isn't very productive, I try to figure out where the mulch is that I'm missing. That's the track your poem has set my brain on today. Thank you. :)