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Poised Ivy


The key to fitting in...

Is "to not to" at all.


Quietly.

Humbly.

Firmly.


Then,

and only then,

you are free to say,

(in my presence and have me believe) -

(as I speak to the "mirror"):


"I am authentic."

"I am strong."

"I am independent - yet so much part of the whole."


And that is where I find my peace.


Worshipping nature.

Hearing God's whispers.

Recording it.

Seeing Her master-pieced seedlings sprinkled here and there-everywhere,

even in the reputation of all the "poison".



 

Ivy.

A sacred plant,

a wise one,

medicinal.

Strongly rooted in spirituality.


Completely able to show itself;

balanced in its feminine Yin and masculine Yang,


Glowing with dignity & grace or,


If need be-

for survival of the fittest mindset -

capable of strangling,

to death,

"invasive intruders".

Kept contained only by the strongest of those who can hold.


Known to rip man made "platforms", constructs & buildings to shreds.


Or hang,

elegantly silent on the brick and "martyr".


Coming back moon after moon:

Regardless of the conditions.


Leaving always a trace to remember.

Already ancient in a vintage garden.


A powerful,

conscientious plant.


To say the least.


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