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Kintsugi Garden

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BY GLORIA O’KOYE

Like the soil on the ground

Continues its need to be nourished,

Our bodies, minds and souls need to be replenished.

After constant use of our energy in all that we do,

We need rest before we continue.

Hard work produces plenty of fruits,

Well rested will provide quality in all that we do.

Like ecosystems that are vital

Our vegetables and fruits,

Our stories from our past all plays a part,

Even if there are ones we want to forget

Or haven’t discover its benefits quite yet,

Even in our brokenness

We are beautiful,

Like certain bugs we may not like,

But does the job in protecting the plants we adore.

Just like our gardens we need water, dirt and light,

We live and learn as we continue to grow.

How a plant needs all its parts to survive,

No fragment of our life is useless because everything plays its part…

Even though some are harder to swallow,

It is still worth

More than a dime!

Patience is a virtue

That is nearly impossible to be taught,

But life will continue to test you,

It’ll continue to make you learn

On the spot!

But like the sweet harvest after the time is right,

The fruits of your labour will remind you

How much it was worth it!

Nothing in all it’s goodness can be grown overnight,

And if it did

An aftertaste can follow right after,

Having you slightly second-guessing.

Walking along the Kintsugi garden

Speak tales of it own,

Presents lessons beyond our mental walls

And its education is well taught.

A place where shadow work needs

To be done,

Like how the gardener removes

Branches, leaves that take up energy,

May not be pleasant

But it’s a necessity!

Where pollination is like teachings

That intermingles in order

For the plant to reproduce,

Knowledge is the key and shouldn’t be taken for granted,

When one is willing to share resourceful news

Like treatments that are specific to what is needed for the plant,

Is like how we specifically treat areas we face in our lives,

What works for one part or an individual,

May not yield the same intentions as ours!

Continue to nurture our inner Kintsugi gardens,

It is sacred and can never be replaced!

How we care for Mother Nature

Is how our

Bodies,

Mind and soul,

Needs undivided attention

For as long as we roam

Amongst this realm and space!

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The Poetic Word

Sweet Child

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BY GLORIA O’KOYE

A rejuvenating, sweet, innocent newborn scent that can melt the coldest of hearts.

A salve that soothes the itchiness left by worldly scars.

First of everything,

From smiles to sounds can bring peace

Piercing heavy clouds.

 

The purity of a child brings wisdom that can humble

The wisest of teachers from afar.

In the first few weeks of life,

Skin-to-skin between parents and child,

It can strengthen lifelong bonds.

 

It promotes life through connections,

Never underestimate true parental love.

The love of a child can save lives,

Can uplift even when dangling by a thread

Above the turbulent winds

And treacherous seas of fear and doubt.

 

The love of a parent

Can break the lineage of trauma and hurt,

Uproot tainted family trees

In ways that insanity has no way in,

Only culture and traditions can come to full fruition

As they fully sprout.

 

Sweet child,

Don’t ever say that you are never enough.

You came just in time

When the glimmer of hope wants to dim out.

A love of a child

The mind of a child,

Is what the world constantly lacks.

 

Only a childlike faith can enter the gates of heaven,

Surpassing forefathers who grew cold from a dying world

Lies and deceit,

A child will heal those wounds and breathe in life.

 

That power

Sweet child,

No one can ever take it away,

It is highly favored from beyond human comprehension,

Continue to be you

Sweet child.

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Would I Still Love You

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BY GLORIA O’KOYE

In faith,

Would the love that  gets publicly

Professed be like

Clanging cymbals when things don’t

Go exactly as they were prayed.

 

Where every detailed fine print of wants

Instead of needs are not fulfilled,

Will the tongue curse more than counting

All the unspoken grace.

 

Would the thank you shape shift

Into why me and hate you.

Would I love you transition into I wish

I never believed in you.

 

Was the spiritual connection

A one way relationship scandal.

In love

If all the materialistic things disappear

Or prenup

Would it survive till death due us part?

 

Would the physical qualities dim down

Like day and night

Be the reason to set sail to foreign lands

To conquer, forgetting what home was

About.

 

In parenthood,

Would the love be tainted if the bloodlines

Was not solely yours?

Would it be unconditional if challenges

Arise?

 

Would gentle or traditional ways help

Resolve conflicts as first words turn

To power struggles as the babies

Grow, would the love not be tested

By time?

 

Would love be the solution

Like how romanticize society made it to be

Like it answers all.

Is Love without action and only fairytale

Filled words truly mean love?

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Womb Carriers

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BY GLORIA O’KOYE

Heavenly bodies

As vessels to nurture life.

When giving birth means opening

The gates of Elysium and Hades

In the same sentence,

So many intrusive thoughts continuously

Distract a vulnerable mind from

Concentrating.

 

Weeks of changes,

Misunderstandings from outsiders

Even within close circles.

Exhaustion confused as laziness

Can bring one healthy spiritual beings

Down to their knees in doubt and sorrow.

 

The final phases cause distress,

Except for those that prepared to take on

This psychological test.

Advocating and entrusting that the body

Knowing what’s best.

 

Let no pressure from institutions to write

Off another patient,

For this gift of creation deserves

Premium attention and nothing less!

 

No more allowing negative influences

Dictate a personal journey into these

Sacred moments.

There is only guidance and milestones

But trust that ancestors will guide

Within miracles in teachings.

 

Divine wisdom

In the tree of life that comes after.

Don’t be haste in severing its ties

When hearing the first cries.

Ceremony comes with time,

And allow rest to ease the soul, body and

Mind.

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