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The Weed Garden

Updated on May 10, 2012
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(I've often come across people who believe that evil keeps flourishing for a long time before it's destroyed. Does this elimination always occur, or is it just hopefulness on our part? This poem is my take on this thought through the eyes of a lonely sapling).


Trembling dizzily through June monsoon,

My lone sapling form endures the storm.

This playing field - an awaited boon,

Does pityingly now weep and mourn.


They came a day, long days ago,

Few in arms and friendly charms.

Did revere our hold on the land,

Staking their own without much ado.


The sun did shine, light and bright,

Bathing in canary glow so deep.

They hummed a deadly lullaby in spite,

Later known for us to seep.


Their glower, frown and conquest,

Hit us hard, starving and parched.

Sneering down on us as pests,

Onward smugly those foes marched.


Now the drizzle threatens to storm,

Fields are hollow, the omens abound.

Here I shiver in solitude form,

Solemn this dawn, few for me around.

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      jeanihess 5 years ago from Cape Town South Africa

      Bless:) It comes from my "belly":)

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      silverstararrow 5 years ago from India

      Wow jeanihess, this is a remarkable piece of work and a solemn thought too. I love it! *speechless*. Really good. :)

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      jeanihess 5 years ago from Cape Town South Africa

      Hi:) I wanted to share a poem with a few of you. Can't post it in a hub because it has been blogged before. I share it here with you because I think it essentially speaks to your topic here and to the status of women and human relationships:)

      TO WOMEN

      Daughters of the Universe,

      Your Essence gives form to the World:

      You are not the Sacrifice, but

      The divine Source of creative life.

      In the Womb you determine Destiny.

      History is made by the Words of your mouth:

      Be not silent for the World implodes on itself

      And the Earth cries out in pain.

      Free now your Passion: Let Joy gurgle up

      From your belly, through your throat,

      And into all wretchedness.

      Kundalini, the Divinely Feminine, dwells within.

      She slumber- coils at every vortex base.

      See her in the surging tides and in the

      Cyclic phases of the moon.

      Her ascent brings forth regeneration

      And creative change.

      Whenever her sleep is too long unbroken

      Siva Consciousness turns perversely on itself;

      Corrodes, corrupts, order sickens and decay

      Seeps insidiously into all values that govern

      Life on a blighted Earth.

      She watched your flagging spirit and your

      Shrinking forms, and wailed from mountaintops,

      Whispered in every cavern, spoke to your brothers

      In the Womb to affirm and to inspire the feminine

      Within them, urged the Earth to echo her song;

      Sought to raise the tempo of the calling drums.

      Hear her voice: Rise up from the dust, reach to

      The summer skies, dare to touch the Sun.

      Rise to the rhythm of the pulsing drums.

      Let your feet beat a tattoo.

      Dance in the circle of Sisterhood.

      Twirling, leaping, let your chains slip loose

      Step free into the light taking your sister with you.

      Sound your song into all of your life,

      Let your voice ring out into every dark place

      Where sisters oppressed and shackled

      Seek freedom and light.

      Too long your voices have been silent.

      With laboured breath struggling to sustain your

      Gifts of Nurture, Change and Growth

      You did not hear her call when full of Love

      You donned your girdles, bound your feet:

      Limiting the Power of her Gift –

      Divine and healing Womanhood.

      Fail not her pulse in your blood.

      Rise for when you rise, she rises with you.

      Rise to the Councils of Decision- makers.

      Breath your Wisdom into deliberations that

      Foster wars, and poverty, and pain.

      Infuse them with the quest to still the rage that

      Sweeps this World with the violence

      That once brought floods upon the Earth.

      Daughters, the Ancients have spoken:

      In soft hums on the wings of the Wind their voices

      Come to you breathing a vision of light dancing

      In gentle hues off sparkling waters where

      The lion and the lamb together feed and sleep

      And men and women seek to live the dream.

      Rise to the fullness of your Womanhood.

      Dance to the thrumming pulse, sound your song

      Until the echoes fill Eternity and the Sun is

      Dulled by radiant Serpentarius, the Androgyne,

      Reborn in the great eclipse of Sakti’s rise to

      Tepheret and the World renewed by all people:

      Man, Woman, and Child

      Aspiring to their Personhood, dancing with you.

      ©jeanihess

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      jeanihess 5 years ago from Cape Town South Africa

      Lament of sorrow and quest: the old societal constructs that are designed to shape people's minds and actions keep them blind. There has to be activists and artists that see and work towards change:)