bare hands
rich garden soil
digging
into the healing earth
revealing hidden gardens
where tribal we 
plant seeds
drumming
we stand and watch
miraculous sprouts
growing faith
witness purity
this novel garden
fashioning lives
reverently digging deeper
unearthing revered souls
healing wherever it can
our reeling hearts
we feel real soil
smell real earth
sweet scented mirth
heaven amongst the perfumed roses
we see the perfect bees
a buzzing hive on daily rounds
revere all the august birds
warbling rounds of robust joy
concerts of bass and treble
melodies here in the garden
echoing cloud frequencies
blessing the stoic sky
reflecting frequency
all that heroic goodness
respecting creative requiem
passion in this novel location
such trappist adoration
vocation not vacation
gardening away
finding blossoms of love
tasting flowers full of joy
whoa boy
mindful herbal thoughts
few nervous regrets
watching the garden grow
garden of epic pleasure
teaching me about relics
reach out
who could ever know
go now
into the garden
pardon the gate at eden
such a sacred realm and place
blossoming smiles
each delicata face
delicate flowers
stalactite stamens
crowns of thorns
like divine relics
stalagmite fronds
pressing up and hanging down
caressing butterfly blooms
think of insect perfection
the magenta sky reflects the garden gate
where the respectful green man
welcomes all good things
no high border or hindrance
try repentance aunty told uncle sam
rich compost and wise guidance
from a distinguished garden mate
I'm only here to plant seeds
liberated flowers bloom and grow
I'm only here because the sun still freely shines
pure sacred water still flows
when God comes to lift my soul
when birds come and sweetly sing
all those miraculous garden things
penance that makes us whole
all that the faithful gardener knows
  
  
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