Eyes wide open I meditate in kitchen garden,
Eden spread out as visual feast.
Spiritual eyes weep with what was lost…
Joy in simply soaking up beauty
of pulsing green growth
punctuated by birdsong and riots of color…
Ecstasy of sinking into love
made visible to naked eye,
not one thing covered up…
Choosing, instead, to turn away.
Bored with the same old same old
day after day after day