Gardening (day 2625)

Gardening is for lovers
It is not for somebody who hates the world,
Cant stand to wait
Intermingling with chaos
In a fabric of life.
Gardening is for those who see the world,
Smell the sun,
Walk around with silent footsteps
To not scare the birds
Who sing so beautifully
For worms beneath the earth.
Gardening is for those who feel the wind,
A sweet summer lustre
Mixed with tobacco falsettos
Amongst little poplars.
Gardening is for the lovers
Who sit down side by side
And smile amidst sunflowers and cabbage
Like the silty loam soil
Made them to be.

Symphony of Love (day 2602)

Lost in the bliss of your overwhelm
A symphony of love culminating
Campfire roasting everything
Sounds like birds singing excellently
Around your symphony
A river through my heart
Through our heart
Through the heart of this earth
That feeds my generosity
As morning sun mounts the day
Awakening my symphony of love.

Apples (day 2543)

I dream of an apple that comes in many varieties
One so diverse it can only be spoken in gutteral movements
So loud it can hardly be swallowed
And so vivacious that even the clowns turn their heads and stare
And when this apple has come to life
A bounty shall follow freely
Where all that’s needed will carry forth
Fruitful seed in spring rains cracking
Momentum in earth so rich;
Deep into heart of gold forever fills the pallette
Like a warm cider by the fire
And my season of the sun well spent.

Ten Thousand (day 2448)

Born ten thousand years ago
Learned to see the moon
Carry a fire inside my soul
Lord, I’m coming home

Sitting alone in wild unknown
Breath of ten thousand breaths
Watched a leaf fall to earth
Felt it land so soft

Walked the path till I saw all clear
Deep in a medley hole
Called moon my mother’s name
Lord, I’m coming home