The garden of my higher self.
There is a garden far beyond,
Where bamboo shoots surround a pond,
Secluded,
Lush and turquoise green.
A place where only I have been,
Where dragonflies vibrate close by.
I take deep breaths and close my eyes,
Imbibing nature's amber nectar.
Miles away from life's conjecture,
In the distance crickets buzz.
Cool moss beneath my feet like fuzz.
Soft and sensual summer rug.
I give myself a tender hug.
The glistening surface of the pond,
Mirroring my natural bond,
With all the thriving stems and shoots.
Some swallows pass,
An owl hoots.
Willows,
Like a horse's mane,
Cascade with tears of joy,
No pain.
And butterflies of cornflower blue flash past to tell me,
Just be you.
This is a garden where I know the beauty of my soul can glow.
Its pond shines rich with nature's wealth.
The garden of my higher self.