LESSONS FROM THE GARDEN
FIERY BEAUTY
Some say the Earth is a star at its core,
Constantly creating, constantly expanding,
Longing, perhaps, to be free of the hardened rock surrounding it.
Today I sat to meditate, but all I could think of was my garden.
I’ve been lovingly preparing the soil and planting
Compelled by the magic of green things growing from almost nothing.
“Go in through your garden,” whispered a familiar still small voice.
“OK,” I said, and dove in.
Through the bits of moss and dung slowly transforming,
Through networks of mycelia reaching out and spreading their spells cell by cell,
Past the earthworms,
Past larvae trustingly dissolving within their chitin shells, waiting,
Through layers of sand and chunks of stone,
Until I came to hard rock – no way through.
“Come with me,” said the voice.
Gratefully, I melted into its Presence.
With complete ease, we slid down through the Earth.
No pushing against hardness, just a soft snuggling in, and stillness.
And then, there it was – the fiery beauty of the Core,
Constantly creating, constantly expanding.
I could jump in if I wished.
Are we all stars at the core?
Poem by TERRAN DAILY
