I open the ground with my own hands. I let my hands get real dirty and I wish...
I wish as if I was Jack and his Beanstalk. I pray for growth and development.
I tell myself little rhymes as I sow each seed.
Little rhymes that become prayers to all nature folk and spirits.
I let the earth ground me and guide me... I let the soil heal my soul.
Because I want it all...
I want to be home but I want to conquer the world.
I want you in my arms but at times I feel its too close.
I want to be lost but in your bed where the sun rises.
In the meantime I continue to snap pictures that paint some of the things I see.
In the meantime I will tap these keys...
Have a great new week peeps...
Those photos makes me wish spring would hurry up here. I know that feeling so well the gap between longing for your dreams and enjoying what you have right now. I know it well...
ReplyDeleteNice garden. Gotta have that cilantro in stock.
ReplyDeleteHow does that thy garden grow? =]
ReplyDeletelove - love cilantro. the first picture conjures up memories of cilantro pesto i made ages ago. and i'm sitting here drinking coffee and listening to your tunes as if i don't have to be on morning duty in 42 minutes 7 seconds. i feel a book of poems here. enjoy the gardening. and those around you.
ReplyDelete"I want to be home but I want to conquer the world."
ReplyDeleteWith posts like this one mujer that's exactly what you're doing. In plain Cuban- te lo comistes. BB2U
you are pure poetry. LOVE Xxxxx
ReplyDeleteThis is absolutely beautiful and your poetry speaks for many I'm certain of it. Thank you for stopping by my blog. Your photos are amazing and I love this music.. This is a great place to hang out.. Thank you for making it so.. Oh, and when I begin my garden I always start with thoughts of thanksgiving..
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