As the years pass by, I sit in the garden of my mind without
motion, unaware of the world outside of the garden walls. My
garden is full of weeds, but alias, I have no tools to clear them, no
desire to go forth from the garden to purchase them, so here I stay
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How life is like that garden, weeds, flowers. Great analogy
the universe in a wild flower, eternity in an hour - blake on a sub atomic level your mind is no less infinite than the universe - think of the possibilities arising therefrom - your mind IS THE UNIVERSE - you are not alone because as the universe you engulf all things with your loving spirit - all that has and could be created is vested inside you - THIS IS ALARMINGLY EMPOWERING
A great start with a nice poem, Emery. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks