Abandonment to Garden

Like Socrates,tread I barefoot on the ground 
Drink deeply, elixir of the soil
Strengthened by every grain imbibed
Connections rooted deeply from the core
The elemental smell of rain- freed earthy spores that cleanse and heal;

A living substrate made for growth
In simplicity, softly drawn within
Where we, with nature, seemingly at one
Are held,
Protected by the earth and riches found within;
Sustained and energised from to toe to finger tip;

To toil the soil
Anticipation and sortilege spun;
A web of faith
Assured and humbled of wisdom that will flow.
Immersed, alone and freed from other ties
Pure joy it is-
Abandonment to garden hoe.

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