Jeremy Naydler Soul Gardening


‘My plants, my friends, where are you now?
You have gone, gone, withered and gone.
And a dreadful stillness deadens the air –
your life and beauty are no longer there.’

‘We have made our home in another place,
flown so deep in our retreat
we’ve abandoned form, abandoned space,
slipped through the world and into the night,
far away and out of sight.
Yet we’re as close as the breath of your sigh,
close as the pupil of your inner eye.’

‘My plants, my friends, I see you now:
You have come, invisibly you have come,
and a wondrous stillness enlivens the air –
your life and beauty are everywhere.’