In the palm of my hand

Crystal garden

I’ve got it, I’ve found it

my garden seems crystal clear in my mind

it’s quiet, it’s fertile

a meadow with daisies blossomed

waterlilies are swinging their soft moistured hearts

in the fountain

I’m gardening,  I’m planting in this place of my own

this is what I’m longing for

it’s pure, it’s honest

I close my eyes letting the mild air soothe me

gone, gone, gone are the stirrings of my mind

GONE!

 

it’s hazy, with moisture

my garden of crystal petals an buds

reflecting, absorbing, caressing

a breeze of velvet

gone are the stirrings of my mind

GONE!