The Journey Inward

My soul is a garden,
Self beliefs are the seeds,
Some become flowers,
While others become weeds.

My defects and flaws,
When accepted with grace,
Allow self forgiveness,
And blooms in the space.

But when I am harsh,
And self criticize,
Weeds multiply quickly,
And they jeopardize

The beauty around me,
In my garden of life,
So I'll tend to my thoughts,
And reduce the strife

That comes when resisting,
Controlling the show,
I'll let it all be,
Allowing the flow

Along with the lessons,
Along with the gifts,
I'll bend and not break,
Be ready to shift.

I'll sit with my flowers,
So patient and wise,
Mimic their movement,
And open up wide

To give and receive,
And connect with this world,
To live wholeheartedly,
And let life unfurl.

Photo:  Regent's Park,  6.23.24 by JR