THE GARDENER

I am planting a garden.

It is nestled in my spirit where earth and body align, woven together by the synapses of my mind.

With sanitized shears, I snip the dead ends Letting them fall to the Earth, where they become life again.

The invasive species which have taken up my mind, I pull from the roots, leaving nothing behind.

The thoughts in my head that I love the most, I snip at the node to propagate those.

I fill it with natives, the thoughts of my own Sowed from contemplation, I give each a home.

My garden will falter and droop. Not all species will survive But with some water and sun, it will once again thrive.