The Secret Garden

What in darkness grows

Enshrouded within stones?

What only The Mystery knows

In the stirrings of my bones?

Through the slanted slate

An envelope of secrets fold

Only known, pushing gates

Only grown, gleaning to behold

In the secret garden here

I find myself in the wend

Within an earthwork of Seer

A divine Invitation to tend

What develops within

Beyond my understanding?

What’s created in skin

Underneath, roots commanding?

My only desire is to enter

To return again with the wend

My only choice is be here

To plant my secrets and tend

Tending through the wending

Wending through the tending

Blessed be the secret garden

Within you