Who Is There?

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Feather silk sigh

Grass-scent                       wild

Rose petal         snow

Lift heart               lift breath

Hum becomes skin

whisper                sing in air

Time windfall

Nothing time

Spark of light

Blue spark         black spark

No need                                

all            given

What I want to say to my grandchildren

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Your life-being is a garden.

 Your spirit is the gardener.

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Build a fence around your garden.

Imagine it: curling wrought iron,

split rail, chain link.

Make it unbreakable.

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Be sure to put in a gate.

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You choose what to plant:

vegetables that nourish the body?

fruit trees for life’s sweetness?

flowers to pleasure the soul?

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You decide who can come in.

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Will you open the gate

to Fear and Doubt?

They may dig up your seeds.

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Will you let Worry

Into your garden?

She may spoil the flowers

and chew up the leaves.

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What about Criticism

and Judgement?

Like a hailstorm

they can destroy everything.

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Others you may invite to stay:

Joy in her bonnet of fireflies

Love with its scarlet ladybugs. Peace,

sleeping under the squash leaves.

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So, beloveds, remember:

You are the gardener.

You

choose

who

comes

in.

the airy fairy

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the airy fairy

flies between earth and sky

her wings are unrolled parchment scrolls

her breath sparks the wind

she knows the holy spirit

she navigates the realms of light

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the airy fairy

believes in subtle signs

she converses with trees

tells jokes to the sparrows

scents her tree house

with spikenard and sandalwood

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the airy fairy

reads the earth with her fingertips

speaks the language of stars

she is made of sunlight

her creations effervesce

joy is her birthright