Tilling my inner garden

Spiraling layers of healing
Tilling my inner garden
Pulling out the weeds
Again and again
Planting new seeds
Watching some flourish
Watching some flounder
And need extra care
Extra tenderness
Working the soil
Day after day
Each day anew
Softening expectations
Of perfection
Of destination
Of success
And simply
Sitting with
Working with
What is
Loving what is
Even if it’s a plant
That’s dying
Trust its death
To usher in
A new life
A new seed
In time
Be patient
Love the good days
And bad days alike
Love the harvests
As much as the barren winters
Where roots withdraw
And seeds hibernate
Loving my inner garden
Making a home
Within myself
Always
Moment
After moment
Breath
After breath
Spiraling layers of healing
As I tend my inner garden
As I water it
With my tears
As I sing to it
As I hold it
As I simply
Am