The Secret Garden
I wandered along the way,
collected seeds and bulbs.
gathered pebbles,
bright and dark
small and big.
While walking on a path,
a door opened on a secret garden.
I stepped in and unravelled a thread.
Slowly and consciously.
Unravelling
Stopping.
Planting seeds
Putting a stick in the ground
and tightening the thread around it.
I kept moving in different directions
going straight
Forming a circle
Stopping
Planting seeds
Putting stick in the ground
and tightening the thread around it.
Then, I displayed the stones around it
creating a carpet.
I sat down
contemplating
breathing
As I looked at each seed growing
at each buds opening and blooming.
I heard my own heart beating
"Thank you" and "Kindness"
I opened the door,
I invited others
to pick my growing flowers
to collect seeds from it
to plant their own garden.
Rhythm
Recognising the rhythm of life.
Happening in ourselves.
Yelling it to the world.
Taping it on our heart.
Hoping to keep it while
Moving amongst other beats.
Rhythm of Life
My drum sits silent
for long stretches,
gathers
a layer of dust, and
waits
until my energy stirs,
rises,
lifts, becomes the
tingling fingers
that must touch skin,
must tap,
must make their mark on
the silence, must pull
the sound
from the air, must call
the blood
to keep pumping, keep
pumping,
must make the feet
start
to move and move.
My drum calls me, tells
me my
name, over and over, it
calls
out my name, and says Here I am,
again and again. Here I am, it says.
Yes, here I am.
Say to them
Say to them,
the people who call you
to battle,
the crisis-shouters,
the ones who won’t
believe there is a
future
brighter than today:
say to them that your
heart is what
you will give; your
breath, and your salt tears
if they want them, but
not your hand,
and not your hardness.
Say to them that
there is no battle,
because we all want to sleep
the night through with
the breathings of our babies,
safe
under our roofs, and we all want to put our bones
down,
in our own time,
in
peace.
Say
to them that your breath is not theirs,
your
blood is not theirs,
your
heart is not theirs.
