Years in the garden of life,
growing as a truth seeking tree of being,with boyhood freshly over, still
somehow in my earliest leaf time, I felt
in my sap flowers
rioting and nudging
their way into my consciousness
but I've to awake the invisible strength within me
to recognize
the two opposite objects of desire
and get curetted of what're in me
anger, greed, jealousy,envy, pride, no matter
it hurts
yet vital
for the expansion of my self essence
abloom soon
with rich harvest of
freedom, time, rest, people, purpose and health
which as inner earned ownings stay
when my silver skull
gleams
in the twilight years
through thin combing of leaves
amidst sparse rattling of twigs.
Poetry by yoonoos peerbocus
Written on 2026-03-02 at 00:24
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