The Garden of Weeden

There is a bigger blog post in the works that will be sharing more of this adventure iI have been on, but for now here is a poem also explaining it in a nutshell. This poem was written by me today in Deepa's garden which is full of weeds, and I sat there correlating the weeds to my own (fear, anger, seizures, worry, stories, obstacles, hardships) and this is what came out!

The Garden of Weeden:

The new moon sets

And starts to grow.

The trees dance wild

As the sharp Santa Ana winds blow.

The plants they speak

a sacred song.

Connecting to earth

Where they belong.

The shadows they move

And around they play.

As the sunlight guides them 

to show the way.

The seeds lay covered

Within the darkness of earth

Surrendering to the rain 

to awaken to give them birth

The plant is born and 

shoots up to the sky.

Up to heaven

It wants to fly.

As the flowers come

And begin to grow.

Along comes the weeds

Telling them to slow.

As the plant surrenders

To all the weeds.

It feels stuck AGAIN

Like a baby seed.

Since the weeds remain, 

with the plants.

The flowers rise up and

 ask the weeds to dance.

From this dance, 

the plants can see

That heaven is on earth,

And comes from the seed.

So thanks to the weeds

For changing the play.

To allow the plants to

Find the way.

Heaven is also here 

on this earth.

Keep those roots grounded and 

remember their worth!

Love, Gabrielle