Return to the Garden
opening the gate
never, our hearts having been broken, could we see like this
no longer numb, the despair calls forth wandering,
yet tender obedience to our brave eyes now seeing
with the patience of seasons
the birthing has arrived.
the garden fairer still, is calling
the invitation received,
a revelation of living in no fear, only as blessing.
how is this possible?
the refrain of a childhood song echoes
a sense of something lost, infinitely precious..
innocence of bare feet touching
moist rain-washed earth,
dragon fly lifts off
leaving the watery womb of her birth,
her new pastel wings glistening in the sun.
a voice, a slant of light beckons
in the distance someone is laughing
a submerged joy crying for breath
at last sweetness of air long denied.
a missed childhood now offered
together we run laughing
into the wooded faery glens of our imagined childhoods
a divine dispensation from the rules
of rough or silent quieting of too much joy.
remember the Mother’s succulent earth
fragrance of mist, sweetening blossoms, greening leaves
tender were we, whispering our secrets into the wind.
remember being astonished as
the silent wee ones of nature listened to you
the invisible magic entering your unbound heart.
truth seen, a true blue dream of sky awaits*
how is this possible?
forsaken not ever by you mother earth!
now we are the widening sky
willingly quiet like trees
listening in the forest to the slightest rustle of life,
voices rising, an old familiar melody trills the air
the bird wings in our chests flutter in unison
the broken pieces of our hearts quietly weave together again
as if encouraged by a mother’s lullaby.
remember the ones we are
who once were children who knew the truth
the ones we have been waiting for.
no longer strangers you and me
teachings of guilt hate or fear during captivity
wither into nothingness as we enter the garden
we fly into the opening that is us..
never having felt so much life bursting
out of what once was a distant mystery
now coming alive, a new human-
beings taught how to live by sacred earth mother
and all her life.
deeply listening to the Mother’s heartbeat
harmony emerging inside
the song we always knew
moving into every one heart,
village, mountain, river and forest
where the music never ends…
Sophia Murphy
Ó 4-9-25
Gratitudes: A“true blue dream of sky”is from my favorite poem by e.e. Cummings, “i thank You God”. The last stanza was inspired by a Paul Winter album called “Common Ground.” Other words that inspired me were “Our hearts and the heart of Mother Earth are One,” a teaching received from the Cherokee spiritual teacher, Dhyani Ywahoo. I also thank a friend, Joe Landwehr for accompanying me on a journey of healing in Greenwood Forest, a most gentle, beautiful spirit.