ROSE BUSHING LIFE
(A Haiku Alison Sowed & I Reaped)
Let’s be as roses,
Life lived with petals and thorns;
Surviving its vase:-
SOWED AND REAPED
The seeds we have sown,
Took some time to germinate
Their ripe, reaping fruits:
Nourishing fruits of God’s grace,
Navigating awareness:-
Like you I get old,
Like you equal water hold,
I’m like you at core,
All vegetables here sold,
It’s just that I get tired more
And so, need to sleep,
We both date with death must keep,
You shrivelled, unsold,
I hungry when and too old,
As sowed so we reap.
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Tanka |28.08.2021|
He relentlessly sowed seeds
Everyone laughed at his deeds
Now that place is a forest
Home to exquisite birds and their nest
Everyone plucks the fruits for free
No one in its vicinity goes hungry
Crops flourish, rain abounds
No famines, no floods in surrounds
Air is fresh, all are healthy
For in wisdom one person was wealthy
September first is the day that changed my life another suicide attempt 25ish days of hospitalization.
The police and social workers got involved. They juged me and threw me out on the street forcing my mom to put a restraining order on me or she will loose my daughter.
Shame on them I am so hurt by this situation but what can I do, I did this to myself. I know longer will ever trust police or social workers.
I sowed my oats now this is my cross to bear.
I can't have any contact.
I asked God to show word that would help me understand.
I came accross...
Psalm 59
9 you are my strength, I watch for you, God you are my fortress, my God whom I can rely
10 God will go before me and gloat over those who slander me.
This being certain family member's and the authorities who tore my my family appart and threaten my 77 year-old mother to not to break the restraining order
I only sowed a seed
love is life for me
so let me breath
in Peace
I need no crucification
cos my days speaks
what life can gave and take
if you don't know were
am going
how could you know
were I was coming from
love is life for me
so let my days be
bless on earth
I need no war
but always i have
a fight to win
cos survival is never
a question any more
in this realities we bear
in Africa
so instead of vanity
I prefer life
instead of evil
I chose love
instead of wars
I prefer the truth
no wonder am not perfect
either am i cast away
from those called sinners
is a shame to the world
that my only crime was when
I only sowed a seed
I came from the unknown
And have entered the world
full of complexities,
known and the unknown,
Seen and the unseen,
hidden and fully manifested,
unfathomable and
incomprehensible mysteries.
I have entered
the deepest path of the earth.
I did enter so that I might be
preserved till the end of time.
Sowed like a seed,
That I may sprout again.
Do not look for me here,
For I will not return as you know me,
But different and changed.
As a light waxing
stronger shall my soul be,
In greater duty of
a higher calling than this.
I shall now rest till
the sanctuary be cleansed,
And I will enter.
For the days of
my appointed time is near,
I will wait till my change.
Until then,
I will say,
God speed,
you all who understand.
A seed was acquired from a garden
It was small and very vulnerable
Yet, in good hands tolerable.
It was groomed and nurtured
It was treated with uttermost care.
Then in time it started to sprout
Tender leaves and flowers brought joy
Its roots grew and penetrated the soil.
It grew deeper and deeper, firmer and firmer.
Spreading forth upon and below the earth.
It started gaining nutrients from other sources.
Its growth was outstanding and
It’s beauty was so attractive.
It finally sprang up to its apex.
It bore a fruit that was so desirable.
He who planted, nurtured, and groomed it
Did not taste it yet because it wasn’t time.
Finally, it was time.
The fruit was ripe but
Another came and partook of it.
sowed the seeds
of moments
lived wondering
around the
mind's eye
now have died
growth has ceased
was not
able
to be
maintained
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