The Budding Self

If I could only see myself

the way I see my garden…

 

In its fledgling flax

and parched penstemon

I see graceful limbs

and bold blossoms

opening to the desert sun.

 

In the microscopic thyme

that barely survived the winter,

I see a brave heart.

Kneeling to it, I say,

“I thought you were dead,

but here you are!”

 

By mid-summer its flavor will

brighten soups and stir-fries.

 

Each morning I visit

the marjoram, oregano and sage.

I touch a new lavender bud,

smell its pungent scent on my fingers.

 

I value these

beyond their outer appearance,

for the way they impart flavor

just by being who they are.

 

The pink cosmos blossoms

scream joy to the sky.

When one wilts,

its petals scattered

across the bark mulch,

another opens undaunted

to take its place.

 

And the lilac…

Its blooms sweeten the garden in spring

and never return the whole summer,

but still, its tangled green

dances in the breeze,

no elaborate show necessary.

 

These friends are but children

in the vast churning of life,

budding luminaries

disguised as little plants.

 

Really, they are larger

than the whole universe,

stronger than a mighty oak,

more enduring than the sun that feeds them,

for they are soul,

just like

I am.

 

Lesley

 

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10 Responses to “The Budding Self”

  1. Teddy June 14, 2018 at 7:09 am #

    Oh so beautiful Lesley, a reminder, a lovely metaphor, of who we are also.

    Big Love,
    Teddy

    • Lesley June 14, 2018 at 8:04 am #

      Thank you, Teddy. Yes, we are so fortunate to have these reminders all around us, when we’re willing to listen.

  2. Stephani June 14, 2018 at 7:11 am #

    So touched by your inspiring words this morning as I reflect upon their beauty and the beauty of the concepts they represent. Many thanks for these treasured gifts that always seem to come at just the right time. Much love to you.

    • Lesley June 14, 2018 at 8:06 am #

      Thank you, Stephani, for your kind comment, and the reminder that we receive all that we need at exactly the right time.

  3. Rudy June 14, 2018 at 7:59 am #

    How could I be so lucky? To have such a pearl dropped into my inbox this morning, to share its vision, its vast perspective of all souls, each larger than the cosmos…how could I be so fortunate?!

    • Lesley June 14, 2018 at 8:08 am #

      Rudy, my gardener friend, your good fortune is due to your beautiful devotion that all can see. Thank you!

  4. Rebecca June 14, 2018 at 8:43 am #

    😍

  5. Kelley June 14, 2018 at 9:07 am #

    Lesley,

    Beautiful imagery and such perception and depth. I love this one1😍😍
    love you,

  6. Monica Zmuda June 14, 2018 at 9:19 am #

    What a healing gift this morning after a second removal yesterday of another squamous cell cancer under my eye, on my face. A lover of the outdoor, alwys soaking up the sun, has reminders. This exquisite poem in only your style brought a gush of tears as I winessed both the outer & deeper message to soul. You are a precious gift, Leslie.I love you dearlt. 💖

  7. Chloe June 21, 2018 at 7:09 am #

    Thank you Lesley, such a beautiful reminder to appreciate the beauty of soul in all things, and the sheer awesomeness of our destiny as souls. Thank you!

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