by Sukha | Writing | 2ktwelve.com

Grass will grow - by Sukha

grass will grow... steady and slow... in it's own time and it's own way...

wind will blow... above and below... carving the green with an unseen knife

life will live... wild and unruly and out of control
delighting in biting and stinging and bringing the light so warm and blinding at once...

frolicking in the fits and starts the kicks and nicks and tickling licks of giggles that spring from the burst of being genuinely surprised...

truth is like that...

birth is like that...

earth is like that...

rain is like that...

pain is like that...

sex is like that...

love is like that...

the heart that love lives in is like that..

the nature of the heart is to not know the difference between

any and all of this...

nature is a startling stunning thing...

nature is a gentle reassuring thing...

nature is as sweet as death is neat..

blossoms will flower...even when left unattended...

they will find what they need to survive and remain alive for as long as they can before turning in and diving down for another round in the cycle of life...

beauty will reveal itself crazy and unexpected - on it's own terms and will always remind you to look closely and deeply and beyond what is on the surface...

gardens will appear in the middle of so much ruin

and they will touch your eyes in such a way as to say

"look at how I have arranged myself so preciously within the frames of darkness and divinity - between obstruction and the space of possibility"...

grass will grow...oh...grass will always grow green and determinedly upward toward the sun and it will run freely if you are not looking as a matter of fact it will run freely if you watch closely or even if you go away and then come back

it will be doing its dance to remind you

of whatever it was you have forgotten about love...