A Thriving Heart 2/30

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as I till the soil of this thriving heart
colors awaken and slather like art
a canvas once darkened, I couldn’t see
the flavors and deeds of authenticity
light gives way to tell them apart

I will attempt new things and order a la carte
and live in the moment, like the words of Eckhardt
this choice of consciousness is to improve me
as I till the soil of this thriving heart

it all takes time but I can always restart
if I transgress by choice that wasn’t so smart
patience and quietude, holding still like a tree
for all that’s revealed, will help set me free
I’ll toil at the core, even the weakest part
as I till the soil of this thriving heart.

©2016 Liza Morales

(Rondeau poetry)
‪#‎NaPoWriMo

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