I live in the nothing of surrender
coming and going down a garden road
My garden it talks
with orange lips and purple lilacs
it sighs like a hummingbird
My garden it is uniquely human
eyes of light like gems
ears that hear of audible wind
its arms hugging the earth as the rows of color shyly touch ground
Grinning, this reminds me of the moments that fill a summer meditation
It cools my skin, a garden torrent
Therefore, I walk with traveller's amusement
There is whistling and clapping in my collection of memories and I move along
copyrighted 2009
