We choose our battles,
our garden filled with
weeds and thorns.
We plant seeds and wait
the branches of our heart
soar higher.
Outside the walls of our mind
we embrace truth.
The streets like old silver
are filled with tarnished dreams.
Let the dreams find the way,
let the soul reach the sky.
We tackle battles in our yard,
our home,
knowing that we can change our demons,
we can transform,
we can evolve.
We can't sweep mistakes,
the way we rake leaves,
but we can wear them,
share them,
share them,
like a crown of flowers
from our garden.
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"We can't sweep mistakes,
ReplyDeletethe way we rake leaves"
What a powerful line...isn't that the truth!!
Thank you, Keith :)
Deletenice...some really great lines in this ....we cant sweep mistakes is a great one...finding truth outside ourselves as well...great write ayala
ReplyDeleteThank you, dear friend. No we can't sweep them away... :)
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ReplyDeleteEverything we do will be in the garden forever, great write.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Pat. I appreciate it. :)
DeleteI specially like the ending lines, changing as we learn from our mistakes, making them as seeds to grow flowers in the our garden ~
ReplyDeleteHappy day to you ~
We learn from them..we should wear them proudly. :)
DeleteAbsolutely - I truly believe that we can. And have :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Justine. :)
DeleteLoved this, especially how we can replant our mistakes as seeds to grow on...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Dana :)
Deletei like the garden image as a metaphor here... we're the gardeners and even if we can't influence everything, we can choose how we handle the things that happen, decide what we plant..i like
ReplyDeleteYes..we can choose..and we can plant and change and grow. :)
DeleteLots to think about here. I do like the idea that we can change our demons. We don't have to accept them, but can transform them into something other. We can "tackle" them if we want. I also enjoyed the garden metaphor, Ayala.
ReplyDeleteMary, we can battle the demons and learn the lessons..we can change ourselves and by that change the world. :)
DeleteStrong writing Ayala. We can't sweep mistakes away - they leave scars that remain with us forever. But in time those scars can - and I believe will - be made beuatiful.
ReplyDeleteThe scars are beautiful :)
DeleteAn excellent analogy in this. Nice one.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Tony :)
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ReplyDeletexoxo
DeleteWe can't sweep mistakes,
ReplyDeletethe way we rake leaves,
but we can wear them,
share them,
like a crown of flowers
from our garden.
Love this particular passage. Very important reminder, Ayala. Thank you.
Thank you, Rudri. :)
DeleteNice. Philosophical.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Alice. :)
DeleteLove the ending... we can learn from our mistakes and come to the realization they were necessary for our growth.
ReplyDeleteMistakes makes us grow..that is for sure!
DeleteWhat a truly empowering poem. Thank you for writing it!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jessica. :)
DeleteDon't you think we can let our mistakes turn into compost to nourish growth? I loved this. We only have so much control over nature.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Victoria :)
Deletehi, I really enjoyed this poem so much said within the lines. Love these part..I am a believer of dreams..
ReplyDeleteLet the dreams find the way,
let the soul reach the sky.
I am a dreamer too :)
DeleteI agree we can change...loved this Ayala and the photo!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Di. :)
DeleteWe should learn from our mistakes, Ayala. A nice piece and I love the pic.
ReplyDeletePamela
Thank you, Pamela :)
DeleteI can't even tell you how much I love this one, and how much it is exactly what I needed to read just now.
ReplyDeleteLove love love.
Thank you, Kelly. I appreciate it. Love that you loved it. :)
DeleteWish we could rake mistakes! Yeowch. Your positive attitude is very inspiring. k.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Karin :)
DeleteSometimes our "mistakes" turn out not to be mistakes after all. I like when they turn out to be blessings in disguise. A wonderfully uplifting and affirming write, Ayala.
ReplyDeleteYes..sometimes they are blessings in disguise :)
DeleteOur mistakes are definitely scars to be worn proudly, ayala. I love this and your philosophy. Beautiful.
ReplyDeleteThank you...we need to wear them proud and hold our heads high :)
DeleteJust the other day I told a friend I've worked long and hard to be 52... =) I might as well wear it as a crown... and a cape too!
ReplyDeleteI loved this line... The streets like old silver
are filled with tarnished dreams.
Keep dreaming Ayala!!
:) Sounds good Pat...a tiara and a cape. :)
DeleteWe live, we learn... mistakes are part of the process...
ReplyDeleteA part of life....
Delete...def we can't totally separate ourselves from our demons... we're just given countless of option to change... do change... be the change... a thought of wanting changes will remain as a thought when not put to action... loved the quote & your poem Ayala... really awakening & refreshing to read these days... smiles...
ReplyDeleteThank you, Kelvin. We can change the world by changing ourselves ..we can control the way we see the world and how we contribute to it. :)
DeleteI love the internal rhymes in this and the brilliant analogies. Very memorable.
ReplyDeleteThank you, James. :)
DeleteInspiring words - thank you Ayala...
ReplyDeleteThank you for this.
DeleteI simultaneously adore and neglect my garden. You make a great metaphor of that here. Beautiful writing.
ReplyDeleteThank you kindly.
Delete"but we can wear them,
ReplyDeleteshare them,
like a crown of flowers
from our garden."
Beautiful!
Thank you, MZ. I love that :)
DeleteWhat an amazing metaphor at the end! I don't want to wear my mistakes like a flower crown though... flower crowns are a happy thing. So, I guess I better just let my mistakes go, eh? Great poem! I have a coffee mug I use quite often with that Ghandi quote. :)
ReplyDeleteI love the quote :)
DeleteAyala this is so beautiful!! As always I love the metaphors.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Keith . :)
DeleteLessons from life well lived is how this reads to me. Wonderful!
ReplyDeleteYes :) thank you, Jen.
DeleteAyala u must not change ur style of writing for its like a crown of flowers from ur garden ur beautiful mind to make the readers happy..GOD<3U
ReplyDeleteThank you, Adhi. You are kind. :)
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ReplyDeleteI LOVE every thought and line in this poem, Ayala!! Your true core shines through, your wisdom and spirit of joy for life.
ReplyDeleteI bask in the inspiration of your words. I like the walls of the mind. Blind walls while the heart sees and feels all.
This poem makes me feel like I did the other day when a huge yellow monarch butterfly came close to me in our backyard.
Wearing my crown of flowers now off I go.... :)
xoxo
Thank you, Jannie. I hope you are well ...and I hope you wear your crown well :)
DeleteI loved what you wrote about not being able to sweep mistakes but wear them. Beautiful poem. Many thanks.
ReplyDeleteGreetings from London.
Thank you, I appreciate it. :)
Deleteayala this is truly magnificent... "We can't sweep mistakes,
ReplyDeletethe way we rake leaves,
but we can wear them,
share them,
like a crown of flowers
from our garden."
Thank you, Laura. xo
DeleteI hope you had a great St. Patrick's Day Ayala!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Keith. It was good. I hope yours was good as well :)
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