with/for/supporting/loving/attending
tending to the garden
the soil (the natural resource)
of our mind...
from which all grows
we lovingly approach it
take in the earthy aroma
the rich texture
we gently hold a clump of soil
in our hands
and check in with its consistency--
is it moist enough to hold together,
or is more more water/flow/flexibility called for?
perhaps more air, more light, more space...?
a loosing up of "clods"?
are there tiny rocks and debris from old projects
calling to be removed?
so cour tenderest new thoughts can
easily grow
without any gap of nourishment?
Oh happiness!
oh garden of happy thoughts!
every morning
would i come to you
to appreciate the life here
the nourishment
all the scents
colors
and tastes
of Joy
without loving attention
my Self-awareness dies away--
a barren parking lot
when i return
no place of joy
to hang out in
to soak up
under the trellis
no haven
in my heart
today i tend to my Self
with the most loving care
all that i give
is truly given to myself
and all that i don't give
is everything
that i seem to be missing
(singing)
"shower the people you love with love,
yes, and show them the way that you feel...
things are gonna be much better...
if you only will..." (James Taylor....:-)))
and we always
start with ourself :-)
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