the garden fair

 
while walking in the garden
peering at the blue vast
my mind opened looking at all living
taking a deep breath

I conversed with the master poet
who walked along side me
confessing to him
I didn't think I was worthy
I confided I couldn't be trusted
to be a beautiful companion you must first be honest
we conversed in the sunshine by a listening daisy
who whispered Bren can be trusted

he breathe into me understanding
I was becoming her
who he wished to marry
to appreciate the good days
I must first suffer the bad ones

I felt the sting of dishonesty
it hurt my soul to lie
I felt it down deep these trespasses
my heart could not bear it alone
but I didn't need to he was there all along tending me
as he was my flowering sisters
a sacred woman I would be in his garden dream

I ask how many lives I had lived
he said many journeys I'd been on
he is learning my nature true and I his
I am learning to bloom

each of us evolving in understanding
on the earth rotating in knowledge
each of us gaining a perspective
we can only experience things from a place of reference
I look around me

beautiful flowers smiled back
different colors and forms
a season for all of us