We are all but invisible
below the surface of what those see,
serving purpose not all know
hidden in cracks and crevices
sustaining the soul through word.
The poets purpose
gathering within all seen
the simple things felt below subconscious
we feel it like rain falling upon us
as it seeps into the places where magic is made,
we grow the seed planted
into the heart of the world.
To gaze into the soul,
stirring about the stew
we dip our spoons in to taste
the connection of earth and life
deeming it good we share with the world,
spoon by spoon yet never running dry
we churn out more beauty to sustain
in trying times we go deeper
following the roots of goodness
and cultivating the thoughts that will thrive.
Not quite sure where this came from, saw this very cool image and this is the first thing that came to mind, subconscious flow from my mind….peace and blessings and enjoy.
Peace, Love and Patchouli 