In my little garden,
I let the wild things grow.
In a patch next to the tomatoes,
I let the weeds take control.
In that sacred corner,
In that mystery of land,
New surprises seem to pop up
Wonders I surely did not plan.
And today I found blooming
This giant flowering vine.
Pale crimson were the petals
It’s size was divine.
It reminded me of Spirit,
that great chasm of deep love,
Allowed to grow wildly,
it’s beauty rises on above.
-Written today after I found this flower.
Love is my Spirit 