She Has A Secret Garden
Buried deep inside her mind
She goes there when she needs to rest
When it is peace she has to find
Her resting place a bed of leaves
Strewn with a down of flowers
The scent so sweet, a heady rush
Enough to cover troubles
She looks around and breathes it in
She listens to the sounds
The buzzing bees, the wistful breeze
The birdsong all around
The lushness of the greenery
The ivy covered walls
The sun rays piercing through the dreams
The splashing waterfalls
The paths of love are all about her
Scattered jewels abound
Each coloured in a ways that lead
Her next step to be found
Mosaic, mandalas, melodies
This secret gardens treasure
Crystals, rocks, hymns of love
She seeks and finds pure pleasure
Flowers, fauna, babies breath
Her heart opens to the feeling
This secret spot a sacred space
For her to gain true healing
Her eyes they close, she knows true joy
Her path, next step revealing
For her truth is in her heart
She rests and keeps on dreaming
And when at last it does become
Time real life re-enter
She does so filled with inner peace
Healed heart filled love and centred
If this poem found you at the right moment, She Is Healing — the first poetry collection on The Path — may be calling you. It was written for women who are finding their way back to themselves.
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