In the Center

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In the center of her soul is a garden;

In the center of the garden is a tree.

In the center of the tree, is a bouquet;

In the center of the bouquet, is a bud.

In the center of the bud, is the choice for good and evil;

In the center of the choice, is her soul.

In the center of her soul is a garden…

 

Going Green

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Her locks are so last year.

She needs a change;

she’s thinking

of going

green…

The Secret Garden

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There grows a garden deep within,

in soul’s most secret soil,

where ferns of fear and flakes of doubt

can daintily uncoil.

The seeds I plant in mindful ways

take root and multiply,

so if I want to harvest hope,

my thoughts must hover high.