Peace in the Garden, by Mary Oliver (?)

There is a peace in the garden

Gently waiting, beneath the covers of the leaves, left laying from fall.

The spirit sees -love

and lovely reminders from the heart of the dreamer.

Who knows what is real?

Personalities get caught and twisted in sad stories,

while the essence holds love all around it.

As I’ve raked back the blanket, the non-self wonders into miseries of damage

and seeks to control.

The spirit just laughs

and observes in compassion.

Knowing what “is” has a greater hold.

Brown turns green, scars heal over, and real life expresses with love.

It is all so simple and incredibly easy,

To see what is real right now.

This heart opens wider and lets loose its patterns

Sending its love shine to you.