Saturday, April 17, 2010

Going Home

Flow with these stitches
made with such love
my mother inside her garden
with light and art within her
bright walls.  I walk back
to this world with my silence
and my own garden in bloom
my luck holds, my dreams unfold
slowly, layer over layer, to
deepen into more substance
to know that a return signifies
no more or less than an action
to bear this love.