Pruning

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

Can you live with the scent

of larkspur on your lips

while others seek to destroy you

because of memories

they can’t recall?

Truth is not found on the

material plane.

It resides in the imprints

you’ve left during your

comings and goings

on the Other Side.

Don’t let yourself be hooked

into playing a role you

died to lifetimes ago.

The Beloved never manifests

a single rose.

You too must choose to

be a bloom a hundred times over.

Let the thorns be protectors

not villains.

And even if the shears do come,

bless your courage

for having shown up in this life

well enough

to be noticed.

© 2011-2013/Jamie K. Reaser

Published in "Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved in Everyday Life" (www.hiraethpress.com)