My Garden

My little garden inside pots
It also inside
In my garden there are flowers large and small,
In my garden there are flowers fragant and no perfume
My garden contains the mystery of life
My garden contains the job
My garden contains the wonder of sunrise each morning
My garden contains the hope of rebirth and renewal
My garden contains the strenght of the Earth, the lightness of air, the burning of Fire, the flexibility of the Water
My garden is cultivated carefully
My garden is grown perserverance insits tha the plant grow and meet the Sun
My garden contains the stations
The wait for each flower
The fragrancy and joy of the the rosemary
The thorns of the Rose-tree that protects the flower
The apparent hardness of aloe tha contains a great love, providing an infinite medicine
My garden contains the mysterious love and obedience of the Mother and the Son in each of a germinating seed or the fall of each leaf.

Núbia Benta