This is my time,
to be released.
To leave behind,
midaged beliefs.
Uproot the past
& plant new seeds.
Tend to my garden
& water my dreams.
I grow flowers from visions
& pick wisdom off trees.
Thoughts ripen in the berries
& I harvest the seeds.
I sow kindness in rows,
next to seeds of belief.
I grow herbs sown from hope.
Harvest love from snap peas.
I offer my confidence,
to dandelion seeds.
To grow in the cracks
of the sidewalks, between.
Intuition, year-round
grows on evergreen trees.
The depths of its roots,
sink as deep into me.
Wild-smile flower-fields.
Lilac kisses, serene.
Lavender loves laughter
& the scent of dopamine.
Sexuality is ripened,
Nestled in the tangerine.
Creativity grows on vines,
& blooms into epiphanies.
I found grounding in the basil.
Infused rosemary with peace.
& what I find in thyme,
exists purely spiritually.
I rest my soul in the garden
& I feel her cherish me.
She accepts my every fragment
& I listen to her needs.
I learn to tend the darkness.
& to keep my temple clean.
To water everything with love
& divine light frequencies.
To nurture the new growth,
by snipping off dead leaves.
To invite source inside.
& be open to receive,
The cleansing of my spirit
& its ancient history.
Taking shape, we make form
of what we choose to believe.
Bringing forth new flowers,
Into our reality.
So, I tend to my successes
& pull out all the weeds.
I lay gardenbeds of seedlings,
that from feelings, I reaped.
Every outcome is concocted,
of whats currently perceived.
So stay up here with me,
& please, don't go to sleep.
Don't run in the dark,
chasing what's out of reach.
& if I seem quiet,
then Im not asleep.
I am tending my garden,
Bringing life to my dreams.
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βͺοΈ mica light βͺοΈ