Saturday, 26 June 2010

The unintended untended


My garden looks wild, untended and beautiful. There's a hullabaloo of insects and birds. Colour and motion caresses my eyes, pollens massage my membranes.
All quite unintended.
How many other things would benefit from being left alone to mature on their own, I wonder. I've been a poker, a prodder, a mixer and a fixer in my time. Letting go can be harder.

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