The Garden of Self-hood

The Garden of Self-hood
by TwoHawk Speaking for White Eagle

The Garden of Self-hood
What's in that name?
The Growth of Brotherhood
The Meaning of Fame

The Shopping for Benefits
The Fund-Raising we Claim
Will it fulfill our desires
Will they bend the rules
Of a different game?

Will we play harder
Will we take the train
Will we take a different turn
Will we take aim?

Will we show our children
What compulsion for gain
Really means?

Will we show them
How to fill the bill
What pills to take
What lame excuses
Put us to shame?

What good works will do the trick
To turn the tables
On the wicked who jerk us around
The Bush to fix the tools
To bend The Rules
For A Garden of Fools

To stop the weeds from growing
In The Garden of Brotherhood.
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OR!!!

In The Garden of Self-hood of The Highest Good
Lies a bed of roses
Daisies and sunflowers
Good Medicine, Good Food

Spiritual insight into the soil we thrust
Seeds of wisdom
Ones we can trust.

But where do they come from?
Where do they roam
Where shall we plant them
In some foreign country
Or in the loam here at home.

It is a place of richness
Neither shallow nor dry
Wet with sorrow
Yet laughter and rye.

Filled with a mind full of vision
A pot of rich brown soil
A place to work out our differences
A place to toil with gladness
As we grow, as we grow.....

In The Moist Air of Beauty
In a land of Poetic Justice, perhaps,
Yet in a land of plenty
No lapse of memory
Of the worth inherant
In The Self-hood of Soul.

But who is the patriotic son and daughter anyway?
Who's Native American?
Who did the slaughter?
Who comes from this soil?
It seems to me that whoever cares for it
Are the ones we need to focus on
Rather than those who claimhan those who claim
Their descendants created it long ago.

Who works it today, instead of
Who lets it go dry
Or lets it go by
While sitting on the wayside.
They can't tell you why it is what it has become,

How we could lose those precious seeds
If they just lay there among the weeds
No one doing the planting.

But by rolling up our sleeve and getting back to work
Tending Our Own Garden will
Leave their mouths wide open.

Our Garden will Succeed!

Their's may turn to dust
Because of Their indifference and greed

Ours can flourish with abundance if we water it well
Their watering cans can turn to rust or rot in hell.

The Great Genuine American Gardener Award
Goes to us!

(That is, those of us who bust ass to make it grow back
The way it was intended to be!)


Aho!