tenderly

today we continue

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 :-)