My mind needs a garden.
A place to find stillness of the soul.
A place with both familiar paths
and unknown trails leading off into dappled woods.
A bench to rest a weary life.
The lullaby of running water.
A sense that there is something bigger at work.
A letting go and finding clarity of purpose.
Or maybe finding that I don’t need one - that the only task is to just be
and do no harm.
Sudden bursts of beauty, unfurling, nodding in the breeze.
I want a place
in which to bloom.
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