Darling There have been seeds Seeds of fear that have been Scattered and planted In the soft soil of your mind Since a child. And it's now your job My darling, To weed those out And lay them down Upon the ground As an offering Back to the earth. This is alchemy This is how we turn fear Into a gift Into new life. Keep weeding While planting What you want In your garden Flowers of love Fruits of peace Trees of trust Whatever you wish to grow In the garden of your Being Is yours to chose My love.
Seeds
Poetry for the Soul
Jun 25, 2024
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