Do we realize in our minds that wander
blowing about on this and that
drifting out into the world to settle
where it may,
with each seed we sow
each piece of love given
we fall perhaps on loose soil souls
unbeknownst to anyone
we settle there in cracks and crevices forgotten
till some day out from the space grows
the memory or reminder
of what was there
and we wonder where on earth it came from
never realizing it went here and there
to and fro
and quite possibly was a gift from another
but also could have been planted by ourselves
as we watched unaware of where it was those thoughts drifted
until we pluck the tender bloom
and with whispered breath
spread its gift yet again.
This poem just came as a stream of consciousness thing. Hope you enjoy. The winds here are light on the West coast of Florida, prayers still sent for the rest of the east coast and to the souls in Haiti and Jamaica. Peace and blessings, Kim
Peace, Love and Patchouli 