The Garden: Tend To Your Inner And Outer Space With Love

The Garden,

A poem by Janine Cirindolo.

Welcome to the garden.

This is a place where you can come to rest,

To lay,

Be free,

Relax into your you-ness.

Breathe,

Unwind,

And find beauty.

I am always here tending to the flowers and the bees,

To the trees and the fountains,

To the pebbles and the soil.

I tend to them with my attention,

With my pristine care,

With my loving gaze,

With my gentle touch,

And with my bountiful receptivity of all that they are.

You may be drawn to this garden,

Maybe you heard me singing and got curious,

Unlatching the kind hook on the white gate and stepping forward,

Or maybe a friend sent you after their visit inspired a new glow in their days.

Here,

You will arrive in the middle of things,

And leave feeling that there is nowhere else you ever need to be.

You are always on your way to and fro and fro and to,

But the garden,

It is a still place.

You feel its permission to pause,

To dust off the day,

And you sigh with serenity when you take it up on this offer.

We watch when we are here,

We watch each other be,

We be together.

We watch each other unfold and we unfold together.

We watch each other grow and rise and we grow and rise together and also soften.

We carry awareness like a newborn and we treat each life with the tenderness its preciousness commands.

Welcome to the garden.

I appreciate the gift of who you are as you enter to enjoy what calls to you here.

And I appreciate the gifts of your gratitude that you leave in the woven basket on your way back to the world that you know.

We are all gardeners in our own way,

Guardians of our trembling truth,

Keepers of our wistful wisdom.

I will prune these leaves and caress those branches and sing to these petals.

I will nurture my garden,

Tending to the heart space within and around me.

Come if you feel drawn,

Leave when you feel ready.

Return when you want to remember.