As the Winds of change blow,
life is created, love is celebrated
and I am blown into being
by Universal breath
inhale exhale
scent of lilacs purple sweetness
and passion’s purple pause
held loosened
I am filled and emptied
of gardening stories
where waft of butterflies
and buzz of bees
sing such simple soft songs
of hope and life and daily deaths
I gather great bunches of blossoms,
draw them near and dear,
let the nettles fall where they are no harm
a pricked tic of pain
is all that is left
of the teaching
to not grab so quickly
hard and harshly
as if I owned what made me breathe
in the first place
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"As the Winds of change blow,
life is created, love is celebrated
and I ...
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Hmmm...
Stunning visions of the garden of life...
I enjoyed this, it calmed mt soul and I shall sleep well this night.
As allways...unsigned
Simon
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Within the relationship of beauty is and understanding of pain. Pain is not necessary but the contrast makes more poignant the vision. We attain what is worthy, not by making safe, but by rising to the level of work necessary and bare the pain whenit comes, even as we sort out the nettles and are occasionally stung.
I love the imagery and the lyricism in the language. Delightful to read.
Love, Tom B.
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