EYES OF A NEW MORNING   <return to contents

Planting Presence
Give me a hoe, give me a shovel,
it’s time to become feral
and root out the weeds
that invaded the Garden of Light
and threatened to ruin a harvest.

Give me moisture, give me tears,
the soil grew parched
along the way
and threatened to dry out
all the seed-creations.

Give me sunlight, give me drums,
and play the pollinated music
of these plants to forever remind me
the garden and its fruits
celebrate in cycles.

Give me woman, give me earth,
and let me dance with the devas
who have turned this clay-packed hillside
into a wonderland of green,
the way She was meant to be.

Give me a hoe, give me a shovel,
and I will dig all the weeds
from this garden
so that it can nourish our souls