so tender tender--
i am the tender tender
of things in my domain.
i feel no direct control over anything--
but influence, as a tender
to the garden and the space
that surrounds me.
opening and closing
like a lotus on the water
rooted in the mud, the earth,
and reaching towards the sky
and the heart-seed at my core
feels so full, so tangly, and heavy--
it's hard to tell which parts are injured
and what parts are rich with love and
"it is all just so, tender tender.
this is how it was meant to be,
dear tender tender."
says the voice of feeling
that speaks from within.
and where i go, i cannot know
for each day is a miracle--
and each meeting with another
feels like a fated dream
that has come true
to bring and allow us
to heal and expose to eachother
to what more remains to be healed.
as sacred mirrors, we live
in community with one another.
all what might feel near or distant,
i-you and you-i,
sometimes it's hard to accept
what we think we see in the mirror.
but remember, our human vision is limited;
objective truth is not real.
our experiences are determined by
the way we decide to remember our stories
and live and tell our own truths.
so remember to re-member and tend
to the tender gardens in our minds and our hearts.
what kind of plants are you cultivating within?
oh loves, oh tender hearts!
i wish we knew how to give ourselves
the kindness, care, and compassion
we so freely give to others.
i hope the thorns on the plants
we may be cultivating within
are not the death of us, at least not yet.
a bleeding heart is true and beautiful,
and there is so much more life to live.
may we all give ourselves the kindness
and gentleness of the tender tender.