The Gardner

I’m not afraid to move to the rhythm that I feel.

The way energy moves through me,

Pushing me past the boundaries set before me.

Walk with me into another world.

Past the five senses

Akin to the 5th dimension.

The world of invisibility.

Beyond normal cultural norms.

I step firmly on the ground before me.

Touching the earth

Ever so gently.

Feels like I’m walking on a cloud.

I am about to tend to my garden.

As I rekindle a connection to the earth

And my Soul.

I dig through the soil ,

With my fingertips.

Feel the cool, moist earth.

Pull u p some soil,

Let it sliver back to the ground.

As minerals enter through my pores.

For the moment,

I'm in the natural world.

I feel a kinship with all that surrounds me.

The trees, the air,

The smell of gas,

The roar of the lawn mower.

I let go of...

The worries of the day.

Into another world,

I descend,

And begin a dialogue with myself.

But first, I erect a fence to protect my new growth.

Last night something entered my garden.

Nibbled on a sunflower leaf.

Devoured a flower, until there was barely any life left.

Reminds me of

A brother who continues to harass me.

Using his words as weapons,

That have a dire impact on my life.

Like a bullet aimed at my beating heart.

He’s unaware,

The damage he has caused.

Maybe he knows,

And doesn’t give a dam.

Man in his ignorance,

Thinks he is in control.

He lays traps.

So I can stumble and fall.

Then looks at me laying on the ground.

“Like can’t you get up.”

Instead of offering a hand,

He stomps until I can no longer move.

Lay in wait at the door.

As I walk up the steps.

He shuts the door and bolts it from the inside.

It would feel nice.

To come home and be greeted with kindness.

Instead,

He offers up

Conditions

Like lightning bolts that strike me.

Hail and rain that batter my bare skin.

“He who makes your life Hell,”

Is an agent of the Devil.

He calls me a devil worshiper,

Because I do not believe as he.

On a global level,

Lawmakers give authority

To companies to grow our food in a lab.

Throw toxic waste in the ocean.

Fill the sky with poison,

That sinks into our Soul.

We die a little each day.

Because the man or woman

With the power thinks only of greed,

And how much power they can maintain.

With the swipe of a pen,

Or the drop of a bomb.

Life as we know comes to an end.

Consequently,

A black woman is being held in Russia

For a minor offense.

“We’re holding the black woman hostage.”

She has gained too much power.

Unfortunately,

The man cannot control the woman.

I know my worth and how valuable I am to the world.

Ever since I was fifteen I’ve been

My own boss.

Each decision I made.

Right or wrong,

I lived with the choice.

Built a life

That resembles

What I value most.

Words, the earth.

Through these two mediums.

I connect with my higher self.

A self out of reach of

Hurtful words,

Violence and Disrespect.

They cannot touch my Soul.

We women, are the protectors.

We bring life into the world.

Nurture the little baby,

Until she’s able to fend for herself.

I have no protectors.

No knight in shiny white armor has come to protect me.

Him, I owe no alliance.

I give my devotion to the

Earth and Sun and myself.

They are what has sustained me.

It is a sacred mission

To look over and protect

All of Humanity.

There is no other reason to live for.

I tinker in the soil.

Draw forth energy from the earth.

Take what I need and discard

That which is of no use.