Monday, March 30, 2015
Who would of thought
Who would have thought it possible that a tiny little flower could preoccupy a person so completely that there simply wasn't room for any other thought.
~ Sophie Scholl
~ Sophie Scholl
The Garden of my Soul
the garden of my soul,
releases my bloom-
my
she,
awaits her-
flowering.
tender rebirth,
of my secret holding-
I lift my heart,
through hands releasing-
open arms wide,
to hold my sky-
awake from my night,
unfolding-
naked from my despair,
naked from my disguise-
clothe in the,
fragrant beauty-
of just me.
rose to thorn,
rain to storm,
sand to desert flower-
I have the power,
to look with eyes-
tenderly,
what wounds me-
heals me,
brings me to my flourishing.
releases my bloom-
my
she,
awaits her-
flowering.
tender rebirth,
of my secret holding-
I lift my heart,
through hands releasing-
open arms wide,
to hold my sky-
awake from my night,
unfolding-
naked from my despair,
naked from my disguise-
clothe in the,
fragrant beauty-
of just me.
rose to thorn,
rain to storm,
sand to desert flower-
I have the power,
to look with eyes-
tenderly,
what wounds me-
heals me,
brings me to my flourishing.
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