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  • I am weeding through

    my thoughts

    negative self talk

    ugly words

    that spread

    as many weeds have

    in the unattended

    plot of dirt.

    The big ones

    come away easily

    though tiring nonetheless.

    It is these little ones

    peeking out

    now you see them

    now you don’t

    depending on the sun

    rain,

    the way the wind is blowing

    that day.

    I take hold

    and pull

    fully aware

    and present.

    They do come out

    with effort.

    I feel relief

    at their release.

    Time to plant

    good thoughts

    the flowers

    to replace

    the barren dirt

    turned up soil

    the result of

    weeds removed.

    Just seeds at first

    but I see the picture

    on the seed package.

    I know they will ultimately

    be exquisite.

    I can visualize

    in my mind’s eye

    the awakening

    to come

    from deep inside.

    The Universe provides

    all the daily nutrients.

    I express gratitude

    for the constants.

    The sun, water

    air needed for survival

    so fresh

    given abundantly.

    I am patient

    mostly

    as I wait for

    new growth.

    Anticipating

    yet still pulling weeds.

    Daily upkeep is necessary

    to prevent

    the weeds from threatening

    impending beauty and

    further development.

    Finally I can see

    they are coming

    slowly it seems

    at first.

    Then suddenly

    sprouting faster

    than I could have imagined.

    The absolute beauty of

    the flowers

    burst into life

    colors, smells

    everything feels new

    when you look at

    existence this way.

    I feel the flowers

    and myself

    vibrating

    with aliveness.

    I enjoy

    the magnificence

    while understanding

    there is still

    work to be done.

    Dead-heading

    so new growth

    can continue.

    I give thanks

    when I reflect on

    the transformation.

    The pure energy

    and thrill I get

    every time

    I envision

    the old weedy plot

    and how far

    it has come.

    Since I am cognizant

    of the weeds

    they come less often.

    There is less upkeep.

    Growth will continue

    as long as I am present, thankful.

    How could I not be?

    Change is

    incredibly inspiring.
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