Psychic Evolution

Full of fear and hate.

I wish I could rid myself

of my dirty soul.

This dirt is me though...

without it I am not whole.

A missing part, see?

The best flowers grow

in beds full of dirt. So now,

why not also my soul?

I would not survive

without my nitty, gritty,

dirty, little soul.

It nurtures my mind,

feeds the seeds planted deeply

amongst veiny roots

of dying plants past

sprout new beginnings for all.

(Learning from the dirt)

Struggles of eons

not undoing, but redoing

our experiences.

This time done better.

The dirt softened. Promoting

growth. Evolution.