Leaves and Garden

When we plant a leaf, we do not think where its life will come from. We go counting and rejoicing our loves effort, because at some point, we think there is a turning point to this wheel. There is this unexpected desire. We are told that love is solid when it is chilled. It quickly turns liquid and we find ourselves with air that has wings. Cosmic loneliness travels on the strongest hands. They say "when the world hears you loud and clear, become little again and wash your mortal face." I heard "tremble with the sea and cover your little shades." They have also told me to wait and steam my truth, Evaporate into an easier accent, whatever that means. Authentically searching for beauty, One should not wait to yield the rising sun when the moveless imaginations become real. Trees that rest on the same metal as the waters borrow gardens from the universe to be themselves. And they remember to descend from outrage when planting a leaf: a humble plant that listens to the news. These are the news, title "an eternal cosmic heartbreak." Bones begin to chant in one pure voice. Why is a faith noise that transcends into a broken figure? A substance without fruit with a Godly understanding of how the rain bathes. When we love we visit our lover`s inner realms. We move our lips to roots and manifest our worth until we restore unknown museums, drinking all the waters. Listening to orchestra`s sing the ether out until we lose our breaths. {XM} Leaves and Garden, Published 2019 by Active Muse. Also available in my book Talk Like a Painting: Social Apes Trilogy. Active Muse:link:http://www.activemuse.org/Vasant_2019_poems/Bernice_Mannie.html Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Talk-like-Painting-social-trilogy/dp/1093118938