My body was A garden
a garden you never understood
the lush flowers
flow across the delicate curves of the bend
the lilies that blossomed early that spring,
meeting you-
the jasmine curiously sprouted
I invited you to the hidden fields
no one has seen
you graze the petals gently
now both motions in the wind together
Yet you crave more
more you say—more
you selfishly plow your curious hands
across my garden
pick whatever i grew
anything your hungry eyes saw
you claim was yours
yet who grew it
who invited you
the garden was decaying
there was nothing left to pick,
the spring came by
yet there was nothing to eat
nothing grew that year
—no lilies
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Although the soil wasn't rich
although it was all plowed through ,
Seeds grew
Replenished,
There was a new wanderer-
Yet he was gentle over the plot
He saw a desert,
he saw the trembling land
He watered the land
so gently
He waited
he waited many days,
weeks, months
'til something sprouted
It did, eventually
and My garden was repaired
—never the same,
but healthier this time
I allowed him in the valley
there he created love
he created sunshine
He created a Zen
My body is A garden
Which only he Will understand.
