they say "a watched pot never boils"..but that's just a misleading statement made to a curious child. It does boil, even if you're watching it. It might be more productive to chop the vegetables and throw in spices along the way, checking up on it naturally as you flow into a cooking routine. A good meal, like anything, takes love and time to be palatable...like what you're describing in this piece.
so anyway, yea..this is a nicely painted diagram of the growth process. It views like a nice watercolor. But it could also be describing the patience and nurturing required for any sort of goal or aspiration..so in that way it's universal [see review where I describe the true essence of simplicity].
my goodness what a beautiful poem stock full of wonderful wisdom :0 I'm currently growing pumpkins for Halloween, not that i'm pagan, but I love pumpkin pie. Love this write.
Hello,
Awesome poem, I can relate to these words. We have grown seeds that have been so small, like mustard seed's and as they grew bigger, then I started to worry, kind of reminded me of my children. I hope life is awesome for you and yours!
Light and life!
TT-TTO-NI-K
Elk
I need this as my daily mantra. Sometimes, I think I have mastered the art of patience only to fool myself and drive myself crazy with thought. A beautiful soft piece as always. Thank you for this poem, I was so needy.
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..