Poem: Go to the Garden

Below are the words from poet: Marie Eaton

When the heartache of the world closes in,

and I am battered by sound bites and shouting.

When sorrow creeps up next to me

and wraps her cold hand around my heart.

When misery sits deep in my belly,

and everything tastes like ashes.

Then I go to the garden

to breathe in green.

Lie down in a meadow

with my belly to the ground,

and listen to small things

tell me stories of consistency and cycles,

of time and timelessness.

I go to the garden

to breathe the scent of sage and rosemary.

Bury my face in their leaves

and listen to their secret stories

of wisdom and remembrance.

Bathe in the sympathy

offered by lemon balm

and the comfort of chamomile

I go to my garden. ~GO TO THE GARDEN by Marie Eaton

~Kristi Lee next Mystic Heart Sound Bath offering

Pictured: Dahlia from my Mojo Garden

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