I Grew This Beet for You

"I grew this beet for you" is a musing on offerings, spirit, and reciprocity.

Elegba save me

Ask our Gods

How we get free

Tell me what they say

I beseech you, call you

In and over and ask

Would you like to sit in

My garden?

I built it myself

The roses smell like

Gumdrops sweet licorice

Which i do not like

I love the roses

How they bloom and grow over

And out

Elegba, sit in my garden

We’ll write a message together

Beseech our Gods with one voice

Strong,

Do you enjoy vegetables?

I grew this beet for you

For anyone, which also means

You, to be nourished on,

Be grounded in

The beautiful essence of beet,

Which is also root

Which reaches down and

Out and into earth to sup,

Be supped upon

Elegba, please sit in my

Garden

Will you admire the trees?

The leaves sing in the breeze

A gentle rustling which

Exists only in my head

Like you Elegba

Except I suspect, like you,

This garden can be accessed

Gathered from

Nourished by

More than just the mind

May be found

When i sit by myself in a crowded

Room,

Everything too loud

Everyone too close

This garden is a Portal

Elegba,

Come sit in my garden,

Where our gods live,

Where their spirits are

Nourished

Elegba,

Come sit in my Garden,

Which was always yours,

Theirs, mine,

Elegba,

I beseech you,

Where is your garden?✨

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