Objects of My Reflection

thoughts collide with feeling deep inside of my heart organically grown and nurtured fresh as each day that starts some are weeds that threaten my being the others blossoming vines irrigating, tending, attention stealing both taking too much of my time rain falls heavily from the clouds lightning, thunderous meditation all laying muddled in deep puddles in an ever expanding garden all cohabitants inside of me growing in their own direction spirited they move internally these objects of my reflection