there's a Spring in my SOUL

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the ground is tilled for planting
stirred up, unsettled
exposing raw soil to the elements
awaiting to receive the seed 

some ground is frozen
some is soft from a daily dose of light
who knows what is most fertile
it mostly depends on acceptance

the details are immaterial
where we land, how we grow
temperamental to what gets thrown at us
we learn to survive or thrive or die

when a flower grows wild it can always survive,
wildflowers don't care where they grow*
just let the love & the light shine in
nature knows the way to go

there's a Spring in my SOUL
yearning to BLOOM
and must abide by nature's time 
seasons and cycles that bring new LIFE

#spiritliveswithin #intotheGRAYzone #pause #breathe #engage 
#aPlaceCalledHOME #theRadicalAcceptanceofALL 

*inspired by Wildflowers; Tom Petty

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