—a publication that truly emphasizes spiritual realization.

 It appeared in the Fall 2013 issue.

 “Gardener”

My hands are the hands

of a gardener,

fresh with soil, sunlight, and rain,

with the breath of flowers

and kisses of moisture.

I sprinkle seeds over the earth,

like a holy man sprinkles sacred water.

The soil: grateful for my blessing.

The birds: grateful for this small fare.

I chant incantations and listen

for the growth of roots,

for the rustling of sprouts,

pastel green and tender, spiritual

and uplifting.

I rain dance and praise the sky,

hold my hands to the air,

forming a small bowl

for the rain to fill,

to be the stimulus, the birthmother,

the liquid that makes

the garden whole.

I ask the sun for waves

of light, the breeze

for strength and circulation,

the fertilizer for sparkling minerals

that infuse the roots, stems, and fruit

with vitality.

On my knees I dig

with bare hands into the soil:

my hands, like intimate dancers,

lead the busy prolific weeds

to another existence, to their rebirth.

My hands are the hands

of a gardener,

fresh with soil, sunlight, and rain.

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From my fourth collection of poems

©dah / dahlusion 2013

all rights reserved

My gratitude goes to publisher, Christine Cote

for bringing my work into her spiritual realm,

and for sharing with her readers one of my poems.