Planting Season

And....

The  Soul
Of me ... is
stretching... like an Olive Tree
Bending... Twisting... Shaping
Wringing out the Debris in me

Feels like I'm sweating
droplets of blood... continuously
Cause... some bad habits...
don't die... so easily

And
I'm Reaching
down deep
rippin up weeds
softening my soil
trying to plant new seeds

I... desire to be
a new breed of being
As I correct my narrow mindedness
I find a new way of seeing

Everything... that happens
in this life
As I struggle and twist
and re water my souls soil twice
I realize Life.. is a gift

Though not everything is right
See sometimes... I don't get the mechanics
correct...
And at times I leave my garden
In a state of neglect...

Yet even in this state...
I accept the spiritual reason...
What dies when this happens
Shoulda never been there...
Because ... now
It's Planting Season