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ories 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.© <a href="undefined">Bradley J Nordell</a> 2020If you enjoyed this story, you might also like to read<div id="ae14" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/nothingness-is-everythingness-b985aeb610f2"> <div> <div>

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The Garden of Oneness

A poem about cultivating the roots of compassion

Photo by Francesco Gallarotti on Unsplash

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.

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