Everyone has a garden,
Some Gardens have flowers,
Some gardens are the words they write.
A garden is a place where we go to talk to God.
Where connections are made to the world.
Some gardens are filled with people,
others, are filled with books.
One persons garden may be the kitchen,
One, a stand of pine trees,
Some Gardens are bars,
Whatever the garden may be,
it is a place where we touch the world,
The conduit from our souls to Earth.
My garden is pain,
Throughout my life my grounding,
My connection to the world,
Pain,
I love books,
forests of pine,
vegatable gardens,
libraries,
But to them I am a stranger,
Pain is my garden,
Where I know I am alive.
I need a new garden,
But how?
