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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