bloom
In my garden,
I rake away winter’s debris:
there must be a death
of the fear-forged self
— only then can resurrection
bloom
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the eternal passage death leads to new life be it human or nature
Thanks for your inspiring words Norman 🙏🕊️
most welcome
The way my weeds are reincarnating is out of this world.
Good to know they'll be above me someday.
Haha, know that feeling only too well! Thanks, Paul 🙏🕊️
Thanks for the Fave @ Friendship 🙏🕊️
Thanks for the Fave @SorenBarrett
Wow! Short and sweet but so deep psychologically where winter's death must be cleaned. Where the primal fear of death must be cleaned away. That fear itself defeated brings about new growth. Lovely my friend a fave
Yes! Glad you shared that as you have gotten it without a shred of a doubt. 🙏🕊️
Most welcome my friend
A good message here. When we do shake the Reaper by the Hand : Let's all have one of those 'Hand Buzzers' ready.
Where have all the hand buzzers gone!?
A fine write A.
A big thank you O.
Just this morning I was imagining myself alone, adrift on the ocean deeps, and was struck with terror. It was humbling. And I also remembered that it was just my imagination, running away with me!
I find that it usually is. Then all settles down again. My teacup overfloweth. 🤩🙏🕊️
Rik, this really hit me. There's so much hope packed into so few words...that movement from clearing away what's dead to making room for new life feels deeply honest. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
That is the exact sequence of process Tittu, thanks so much 🕊️🙏
May that resurrection bring beauty to all Rik.
Andy
Yes! Agreed, Andy 🙏🕊️
Agree with you here👍👌
Thank you Safina 🙏🕊️
My pleasure 💅
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