My Garden

My special place to be by myself
I breathe at ease and leave behind
all that is within and clutters up
my growing garden and peace of mind

While down on my knees I tend this place
and cleanse myself in peacefulness
connecting once again with grace
and filling up my emptyness

I humbly tend a bit of heaven
while here in my special place on Earth
Collecting thoughts and dreaming dreams
rearranging them for all they're worth.

I sort and weed out all bad spots
in my small, alloted bit of space
while clearing, all my thoughts I sort
I'm thankful for this special place.

Away from things that flood my mind
Collecting thoughts as weeds are pulled
Soothing my woes while clearing space
finding peace and serenity taking hold

A spot unclean, to be cleared out
special heed to those I must work on
carefully I weed out those doubts
I shuffle around until all clutter's gone

Birds singing sweetly away o'er my head,
as I work underneath the vast open sky
a slight breeze drifts on by my flower bed
I toil to remove what's sore to the eye

The flowers and beauty now more easily seen
as the unwanted are pulled and teared
my garden and mind, more spiritually cleansed
Finding fulfillment and peace as they're cleared

and as I finish weeding out,
inside my garden and spirit within
sweat and tears soaking me through
my garden has cleansed me again

Then standing back and taking a breath
My garden and mind now more sound
breathing air that is so nicely refreshed
after clearing of spirit and ground.