Cultivation
Poor manners rearranged and praised
‘till wolf pack laws are deemed sane
imbalance pressed on mind frames
is not our true state
and will be burned away
‘till we have ground to cultivate
a human kindness as we bring
love into the world.
Nurture the constancy that knows
when weeding back your mad growth
you let roots feed what’s been sown,
so push past your tangles
and stand free and whole,
nourish a simple garden home
the boundless gifts each of us own
to be shared with the world.
Turn to the rich soil of your mind
in damp earth offerings we find
a cycle-strength that gifts life.
She leaves us humbled
and with the strength to fight
for ease of breath in living light
for every soul beneath the sky
to be healed down by the garden side.