Knowing your story through my story,
Your suffering through my suffering,
Your joys and abundance fill mine.
A call from my heart to your heart,
Hoping to make my words your words
Be the Gardner, the careful keeper
of your fragile inner sanctum.
Prune and prick every failing branch
and cry over every falling leaf.
Fret and fume over this state of despair.
and let it define you…for now and forever…
the magnanimous bearer of life,
as it shows any time of
the day, any season
Nourish the lows with a rainy cloud
Cherish the highs with a sunny bound
Embrace the weather without care or call
And let it color you red and make you blue
take it all and thrive….
be the rainbow you are!
An All Encompasing Sky
In the narrative as a gardener, I care a lot and aspire for perfection. It is my nature to tend carefully and has brought me success. And yet in this transition, I must practice to be the Sky, embrace all the seasons and let them work their magic!
You are a born leader,
let no one tell you otherwise.
You started in this world
in your own unique way,
like a seedling sprouting
under the caring tree or
a sapling rising from the
ashes of wildfires, maybe.
Your story is your promise.
Stay the course, your nature
like the tree that withstands
heavy rains and droughts,
yet never fails to sprout,
year after year, somehow.
You are now the wiser tree
Let no one make you forget
You stood your own ground,
and took on all the seasons,
slowly shed away self-doubt,
reach within and spread out.
Your calling is your own
quest to show up for others.
You are a born leader,
let no one tell you otherwise.
As you meander in the meadows, you begin to listen to the voices of your plural identities and tune into your pursuit of meaning, happiness, and purpose. You learn to get into the rhythm of vacillating between your identities and their diverging narratives and find the flow to show up with your many gifts.
On this side is familiar ground, holding your back
On the other side unknown allure,pulling you along
On this side you know every bird, the land, and the tree
On the other side is adventure, a call to discovery
Staying here is repeating the same, in pursuit of mastery
Going there is a new beginning, in pursuit of artistry
Meandering in the Meadows, you come across a stream
You pause for a moment, looking for a bridge – a connection
You see your own reflection and in it – a conundrum, a choice.
A voice says, “Be bold, choose the stream and neither of the sides!
The stream is the real flow that promises much unfolding,
at the upstream are the summits, bottom of the beginnings
and downstream are many turns and some forks for the failings
Keep going with the flow, and this going will be long
Perhaps there’s a chance – to be the ocean and the song!
Poetry can encourage you to assess, pause, reflect and act.