"Cultiver Son Jardin"

My garden is within

I sow my internal landscape,
churning a rich, nutritious soil
for a long time hidden in the barren shadows
and raking any fossilized remains,
breathing life into dead, organic matter
and turning it back towards the light.

Now, I plant the seeds,
some fertilized, pregnant and plump
others merely too immature for development,
a finger's length down into an amended compost
where with sweat and toil, with labor and love
an all-encompassing darkness will be pierced.

With due diligence and daily discipline
Like the sun's unequivocal offering and the Earth's gentle help
a focused caring and an attentive watering
of passionate purpose and vulnerable surrender
in simultaneous pressure and release, with guidance and support
the divine acts of listening and responding give way
to sprouting seeds and growing sprouts
to thriving plants and planted trees
to the diving roots and an expansive canopy
under which, gently stepping back and trusting
that the universe will offer up
its glory
its sustenance
its bounty and beauty,
this moment ~
n-o-w.

The Space In Between

Brilliant red dress.  Dark ringlets falling on strong, broad shoulders.
Passion dripping as she snaps two fingers and motions for a moment.
Humor is discovered in the unexpected.

Big lifts and fancy flourishes.
An alchemy of repetition and improvisation.
A battle cry for attention,
perhaps.


Yet, as always, it is in what the eye does not see.  It is in the time that oozed, uncaptured and not documented - forever free to roam among that mystery realm between fact and fiction, between here and there.  Between now and all the years that came before spent building trust.  Now, like water, it flows under a bridge and, in a mere flash of a second, your eyes catch a floating reed, plump, squishy and out of place.  The judgment flares. 

Nonetheless, what remains is still there..
a relationship.
A dance between too perfectly flawed human beings.
His strength helped to propel and lift her out of an anxious depression.
Her willingness to let go fuels a dynamic tension.
Surrender feeds a mutual fire.
And, friendship burns...