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February 24, 2015 at 11:13 am
From the heart of the new garden…My heart…My garden of plenty…is flourishing and feeding me!…Enjoy love unconditionally, omnidirectional love caring for self and the world around…Seed and Way!
“On My Way There”
I found a place
I have found this place
In a garden
It is a place in my heart
That was always there
That was in a garden of plenty
To find that place
There was things
I had to walk through
Things I had to let go of
This is a place I had to find
The place I needed that was always there
So deep inside me
It is where I held a stone
This stone had served me
Protecting me
As a suit of armor
It kept a world of feelings I feared
At a distance
In exchange what I found
Was that it also kept things in
Not allowing the freedom to grow
My garden of plenty was a garden of need
I had to crack the surface of that stone
To begin to break it on down
To let it fall away
The garden began to flourish and grow unencumbered
Both good and bad things flowed in and out
I found I had been afraid to choose what to hold on to
I felt my choices had made me suffer my isolation
What I was choosing was fault, guilt and shame
For a trespass and a betrayal of trust I felt as a child
I had to walk through the mind of that child
Tell him he was innocent and only wanted to trust in the love of others he needed
What I found was a thing of beauty
So to begin to trust myself or you to allow love in or out
To trust in my own choices and follow my own way
I planted a seed in a special way
A seed of need
A seed of freedom
In the garden of plenty
Watered it generously
Then let it grow
Taking care of it took care of me
In the place I can now trust
The trust from that seed of my own special way
In that garden
That garden of plenty
Of my seed and way
The one of trust and of unconditional love
That is what I found
When I broke it down
Let it grow
In my garden of plenty
On My Way There
Loving My New Direction
Creatively Finding and Trusting
My Own Way There
By:Erik Asmund Steinmo
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On Your Way There!
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