The Garden of Oneness
A poem about cultivating the roots of compassion
Sometimes the plant must die
for healthier seeds to take root
and spawn, progeny to the light.
We must place aside our swords and rage;
to grasp the trowel, loosen the soil
to let us breathe in, peace of the wind.
And when there’s no sun,
just know, that with the rain, comes
the cycle of enrichment of interbeing.
For even when the rabbits nibble your lettuce
the tomatoes grow, ripe and sprout
new tomorrows, growing, ever abound.
Bury your memories in earth’s hearth
and in your tears, let your wounds heal,
and stretch, like the tree, towards that sky.
And when winter comes to bring a grave
know that the cycle must connect
for death and life is one in jest.
For the in the wheel of the evening primrose
just know that some flowers are special
and bloom, like the lotus, only from the mud.
And when those roses die, use the shears
to make way for healthy stems,
for the galaxy is filled with new beginnings.
And do not forget to fertilize with compassion
to share with empathy and perseverance
for soon, your garden shall spawn —
hope in cosmic dawn.
© Bradley J Nordell 2020
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