#cultivate
earthquakes, heart breaks, slow like a turtle
trying to birth my new era but i am not fertile
all in divine timing i guess
what is holding me back, my stress, my ex, is my best not good enough
what is holding back my blessings, my lessons, is it that my heart is scuffed
what do i even want, been way too long
since i asked myself to be honest, everything has been a performance
who would i be if i was fearless
what would i be like if i was endearing
wonder what the core essence of me is, my scent riding the breezes
people are recognizing me, my anxiety recognizes me
a recipe for brain-fog, get up for a morning jog
to sweat out all of my venom, to restart my system
cultivate and reinstate my Wisdom
Jun 15, 2022
Jun 15, 2022 at 1:50 PM UTC
Distant dreams and memories
Lost opportunities it seems
To the things that could have been
Reflecting on the past at half mast
Easier with hindsight to look at what might
A contestable question mentioned
How far do we plan with conviction
Experience paves the way
Flicking through past sections
Sets direction led astray on a page
Which ways do we cultivate
To lead the order of our day
Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 12:43 PM UTC
I had the sudden thought “...and I’m the thing he doesn’t mind losing”
It was a little tornado of thought that I quickly put inside a mason jar and placed on a wooden shelf in my living room.
I sat on the couch across from it observing it and watching it stir.
“What a thought”
How destructive it could be to let that little storm out. It could grow and it’s winds could slowly start to peel off the walls and start to take down the roof.
So, I closed my eyes, cupped my hands and I thought of your smile–warm and tender. When I opened my eyes, a seedling had grown over my left palms.
“How beautiful”
I contemplated putting it in glass encasement, to watch it from afar, but instead I decided to take it outside and plant it near the middle of my front garden.
“This is what I want to cultivate” a flourishing sprout of life; a garden of plenitude.
Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 10:02 AM UTC
tiny fragile bud
clean prune cultivate nurture—
precious child blossoms
© 2020 by Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 11:03 AM UTC
Learning is a journey of understanding, acceptance and the ability to holistically process various informations feed. It is like exploration to unknown, using spirits, vibes and subtle form of wisdom. An act of learning is a stimuli of consciousness which will guide one, what one needs to choose in the circumstances one is involve with. The ultimate objective of learning is to adopt common denominator of all the conceptions cultivating the state of mind for harmony what directs one to stay human.
To be precise it is a process of dynamic evolving.
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 8:53 AM UTC
You left me for better pastures,
You did't realize I too was fertile,
You just did not know how to cultivate me.
You are just a pastoralist looking for greener places.
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 1:56 AM UTC
I belong to the Earth
The Earth not to me
It'll swallow me up
when it's time
Or maybe it'll share
with the sea.
We don't cultivate our Mother,
She plants us like seeds
Provides us with a nice clean bed and always pulls the weeds.
Not all the seedlings grow into what she would want them to be
So we're harvested and mother tries again.
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 9:20 PM UTC
You can't begin
to imagine
the feeling
of cultivating
the love
and trust
of the
damaged.
-HIY
Aug 10, 2018
Aug 10, 2018 at 3:51 AM UTC
fulfill painful
unify placebo
cultivate shiv
kind abjure
Jun 14, 2018
Jun 14, 2018 at 12:00 PM UTC
#*The fertile weighs less than the barren
Exquisite fruits crumble placid stones
The farmer induces their own famine
Seeds may be perpetually sown
The costs of a cultivated spirit
are greater than its untilled counter,
yet produces a boundless harvest.
How do the fields fare, neighbor?*#
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 8:15 PM UTC
#*Living in the dark, yet afraid of the shadows;
cast forth from the stars of a mystic scintillant soul
Knowledge illuminates the scholar's glass window;
scorches the brush of the ignoramus's finite goals
Remember, however, all fields exist as fractals;
pursue to infinity and perceive the worm's crawl
Brothers and sisters, united in life's shackles;
the universe's fixed physical laws constrain all
Though collectively, mankind strives for heaven's lenses;
forever advancing Hegel's romantic world essence*#
May 16, 2018
May 16, 2018 at 8:16 PM UTC
my heart, a peach
softens
with each heart break
until it is too ripe
and it must be discarded
at least
i never
sealed it in a can
and kept it hard
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 2:50 PM UTC
We are in control of what we grow
In our heart, mind and life
What do we want to cultivate?
We are all capable, all lovable
Broken or scarred
Trampled or traumatized
We can mend those breaks
Strengthen our life force
Choose to heal
How can we grow from our heart space?
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 1:21 PM UTC
Be your own inspiration
Be your own role model
Find your soul mate inside your heart
Find your success in your own dreams
Look deep into your own eyes and fall in love
Guide yourself, hug yourself, believe in yourself
Create your own music
Cultivate your own motivation
Hold your heart in your own hands
Be brave for yourself
Forgive yourself
Let go of an idea that you are not whole
Own your truth
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
Your presence
Changed my way of life
Becoming my best friend
In love with a friend who've always been there
Unable to reveal everything in my heart
Words that cultivate in my brain
With one believe
We will be together as one someday
One day I said it all with courage
You smile instead of getting shocked
Next day we walk together
Stepping into a new world belongs to both of us.
Oct 28, 2017
Oct 28, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC
Stay in this moment of inspiration, allow your mind to cultivate it!
© Jl 2016
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 9:20 AM UTC
rain or shine
in hunger and thirst
no matter how insignificant
our gather horizon
during the autumn
the tree gotta branch full of pure
leaves and resin currently reduce
then a form of the only you takes its amazing column
in chief unshaded
no shadow would hide
root shall yields
lurking at our naked eye
From dawn preview
until mid-noon heat
even at the approach of dusk
shielding the blue one, i started again on the twilight
Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 8:32 PM UTC
A man once told me earnestly, I was dirt.
And my mind got all unbalanced with distraught.
What’s the worth of dirt?
It was not until lab nine that the comment touched my heart.
“Composting and Soil” hit an emotional spot.
I am dirt. I am the feminine form of Adam, Adamah.
Biblical Hebrew for “Ground” and “earth.”
The chosen medium of the Father’s formation.
Water, Sun and Air
Father, Son and Holy Spirit
Entering me daily to heal me, grow me, thrive
the seeds He is planting to reveal His vine.
In a very figurative and literal sense.
Daughter, wife and mother ground
Purposed for ***********
Saturated in Christ, piercing love and bearing children.
Teach the fruit only the Lord develops
Through Christ, soil once unworthy, is valuable
Such as man’s duty is to cultivate the earth
I am dirt, Cultivate me.
Dec 26, 2014
Dec 26, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC