I’ve been watching things grow,
My babies are growing,
My plants are growing,
My life dharma is growing,
I feel it too,
My purpose is growing,
Sometimes my fears are growing too,
Because I have grown treasures,
And a repeated first time,
I don’t want to lose them.
My hair is growing,
My patience is growing,
Sometimes people see my patience and think it’s easy,
But my child, she’s screaming at me,
Wondering if I know what I’m doing,
And I tell her,
I’ll be ok.
I have scrapes and bruises all over me,
But I can squeeze limes,
Because that’s what my loves will like,
And my heart smiles.
My love is growing,
I can hush a child,
Until she hears her own breathing.
My trust is growing,
I can see ashes raining down,
And see the sunlight and red skies,
And see its beauty,
Even though it’s heavy,
And it’s dark.
I can hear my brothers and sisters crying,
And sit still,
With a vodka and lime,
And feel it will be peace again,
Because I know,
This too shall pass…
The scabs owill dry,
No matter how early I pick em..
But my purpose won’t,
His purpose won’t,
Her purpose won’t,
This is the design we could never have created with our own demise…
And so I know we shall rise,
And rise
And rise,
And r i s e ,
And r. I. S. 3.