Unfettered Ground

There are no weeds, no plants, no encumbrances.  The past is gone.  All bondages have been removed.  Freedom reigns; the land has been restored to its virgin birth.

As soon as he enters the Garden of Rebirth, the young boy squats and looks down.  He has something in his hands, a drop of water or a seed. I cannot tell which one.  Or, is it something entirely different?  I am intrigued.  What is he doing, I wonder?

Suddenly, I realize: it is neither water nor seed.  The boy has received a gift from the land.  He has gathered a microcosm of the future.

The unfettered ground waits for the boy to act. His vision is yet to be expressed.

"Unfettered Ground"
Oil Painting by Rose Wolfe