Flowers
I've traveled down so many roads
searching for the truth,
and each new thing that I have found
has piques my need to know.
Sometimes I think the flowers
are the luckiest of all.
Their simple lives are safely lived
within the garden wall.
They do not ask, they do not care,
they do not need to know.
But then I stop and think about
the walls that fence them in.
Their garden live, I could not live.
I think I am a weed.
Crabgrass, perhaps. I love to spread
my roots out in the soul.
I seek out every fertile spot
to see if I'll grow there.
12 comments:
The flowers that I help grow probably do not consider themselves lucky. It's tough to bloom in my garden - only the strong survive. :)
But it is tougher still on the weeds as I hack and rip them from the ground, as their little root lungs gasp for dirt. Another :) because I need to be hacking and ripping much more to clear out my "good ground".
Thanks for stopping by the patch. ec
Simple indeed. They burst out of the pod, shed their fragrance for a while, wither and die without a fuss. Flowers are beautiful.
It is gone now, but the Adsense ad was for a weed killer....maybe I picked the wrong time to come out of the closet about being a weed. I have found that a sense of humor is a very necessry piece of equipment for this Journey, and laughter is invited.
Thanks for dropping by, mreddie. Something I have observed in my travels, which include some intensive gardening, is that weeds are simply flowers growing where they are not wanted. After adopting the approach that what thrives in a spot belongs in that spot, I have grown some of the finest daisies, goldenrod, queen annes lace and wild roses in the neighborhood.
Thanks for coming by Swayilya. I love your writing style. You express your feelings so beautifully.
I have always marvelled at the great zeal to grow and live that is demonstrated by plants. Tufts of green grass in a tiny crack in the pavement, trees on bare rock.....
Then, looking at a well tended flower bed reminds me that there are many people who live their lives that way, protected, nurtured, unexposed to any of life's chalenges, coming and going with hardly a ripple to mark their passing.
Growing up, weeding the vegetable garden was a constant war with crab grass (quack grass?) which will put it's roots down anywhere and find a way to survive and thrive.
...Z
Thanks for the comments, Kathy. I believe that there is room for both what people call flowers and weeds. Weeds are just misplaced flowers, but I think the weeds grow and advance toward
Awareness faster than flowers. It always struck me that flowers were just weeds who had chosen an easy (vacation) life this time around.
Since it is my fervent wish to not have to repeat grades in this school we call life, I am content to be a weed and struggle for my growth.
...Z
Glory, I look forward tgo your Becomming.
...Z
Great post Zareba,
Perhaps each of us is a gardner.
It is within our power to minimize weeds (undesired thoughts), such as negativity, and cultivate beautiful flowers (such as love) all within ourselves.
You are not a weed anymore than you are your unwanted thoughts.
Weeds grow faster and stronger, survival is what they want. Beautiful poem Z . . .
Nina
What one person calls a weed, another calls a wild flower. Some must eradicate the wild flower weeds from their lives. Not from negativity, more from ignorance not knowing how to truely appreciate the wild ones in our midst.
In our garden is a "weed" (any plant growing where you do not want it lol) It blooms at a very inconveniently early time of day, rest of the time looks like one of those flesh eating pods. It grows where no other weed has ever dared to grow before....
BUT it grows where you can get nothing else to grow, and the bloom is soft fragile white round petals, with the deepest burgundy red in its center...almost orchid like. It blooms just 1 day very very early, but in that 1 day it gives all that it has in its being, and then sheds its courageous, tough little seeds all spring summer and fall. So there will be wild ones following in the future...
Wild things are GREAT!!
Dancing Mist
Definitely yes, Dancing Mist, Wild things are great. The sturdy heart, the strength of will to grow even in the harshest conditions, the one quick, glorious burst of beauty, almost unseen, as it hurtles into the next world, scattering the seeds of itself for the next generation.....Z
Definitely yes, Dancing Mist, Wild things are great. The sturdy heart, the strength of will to grow even in the harshest conditions, the one quick, glorious burst of beauty, almost unseen, as it hurtles into the next world, scattering the seeds of itself for the next generation.....Z
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