Somehow,
we become an adult
from an infant.
In such an incremental way
progressing from inches to
feet.
Our hair and eyes change,
height,
weight –
And still we remain the same,
our transformations keeping us whole.
“Changes.” – bem

Somehow,
we become an adult
from an infant.
In such an incremental way
progressing from inches to
feet.
Our hair and eyes change,
height,
weight –
And still we remain the same,
our transformations keeping us whole.
“Changes.” – bem

Planting seeds and watching them grow.
Some burst forth from the rich, warm soil,
some try,
and others never reach the light.
The gardener bends over
in the afternoon heat,
basking in the sun’s glow
and focusing in unbroken
concentration.
Handfuls of seeds
all in a row,
freshly laid soil
in neat little boxes,
here and there.
And then
planting,
packing,
watering,
waiting…
“Patience.” – bem

The crab
rips off its claw
when it no longer works
and grows a new one
back to its normal size
like nothing ever happened.
When my cells locate
something toxic inside me,
they automatically
remove it.
It’s nature’s law that I
release.
Follow my body’s impulse
to cut out what is unhealthy
to leave space and allow for
the healthy to grow.
“Release.” – bem