Saturday, November 1, 2014

Living Garden

Mine is a living garden –
A garden made of life –
Not just flowers and leaves,
Twigs, branches, roots,
But countless beings,

Butterflies, bees and beetles,
Lizards, squirrels, birds, me –
How the world has been
Endless generations
Since time’s first dawn.

There is no finite line
Between the parts;
We blend in one eternal whole,
One sacred entity,
Connected each to each.

When one dies, however small,
We all die momentarily;
When one is born
Joy fills our hearts
That life goes on and on.

©2014 John I. Blair

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