As you wake up looking into the careless curls in her head,
Do you see me?
When you look in to her eyes,
Do you think of me?
When you laugh at her jokes spewing like venom,
Do you remember mine?
When you say your vows,
Will you remember me?
Was I nothing or everything to you?
The panic reseeds in my heart when I ask myself these questions,
But you wont care.
I wont cross your mind.
I wont matter.
I hope the other women make you happy as you move far away from any thought of me.

what makes a ****, a ****
is the same thing that makes
a flower, a flower
it grows where its seed puts down roots
it blossoms
attracts pollinators
the blossom dies and reseeds itself
and the plant dies

what makes a fungus, a fungus
is the same thing that makes a ****, a ****
or a flower, a flower
the I Am That I Am
creates everything in equal measure
negates judgement of anything as
less than or more than
yet allows personal preferences

a garden has no preferences
is an equal opportunity sanctuary
and a playground for
babies and old folks alike
for animals, trees, grasses, and flowers
and is a seedbed of Love
because
only the naked innocent can live in
Sanctum Sanctorum


c. 2023 Roberta Compton Rainwater

A place of nurture
A home for living
Millions of colures, textures & shapes
Sparkling fireflies, crystal snow flakes.

Mother, accepts all
Constantly reseeds and fertilizes
Sends sun showers, winds and rain drops
Responds, tempers her wildly children.

Storms, blizzards, heat waves
Clear waters, unique rolling waves
Oceans of history
Yet to be unravelled.

Man often slow to learn
Change is inevitable
Choices mandatory
Often abdicating his glory.

Patience is a well worn path
Where struggles stretch to inner strength
Safety born from fear
Our own worst enemy.

Beauty is our true Nature
Trees, vegetation, flowers
Mountains, lakes, rivers
Our reminders

Laugh, sing, dance
Laugh, sing, dance.