Breathing Life into the Garden of My Heart

My soul has been holding its breath.

Suffocating by concerns of the heart and the mind.

Rooting into a garden that I was not meant to grow in.

So like a seed, I travel somewhere new to breathe-

to expand the lungs of my spirit once again.

At last-

the dry season ends,

floods of tears have rained down,

a waterfall of color flows from within.

Now is the season of blossoming and blooming,

new beauty unraveling.

Let the vibrations explode outward.

Let it be a nuclear explosion of expression.

Beauty.

Pain.

Love.

Hurt.

Heartbreak.

Rage.

Welcoming all expressions with compassion and gentleness in the new garden I’ve cultivated in my heart.

Planting, accepting, and nurturing each emotion into its healthiest manifestation.

For we thrive when we are fully loved.

So let them flow through color and pattern,

each energy taking on its own form.

Here, I receive all that I am with open arms.

I allow the wonderful storm that I am to pour.