Perfectly Imperfect Garden
Who is the man who could think for himself or being held captive at the very
base of his desires
The seeds in our minds have been planted
to regulate the life of he ever evolving man
Who was once likened to the garden of his own,
Our reaping and sowing as vague as one perceives ,but woah to the man who has
manifested what he believes,
While we suffer but yet purify our most deepest imperfections,
We must not lose what was our to begin with,
Our imminent destiny as profound as it may be must not be encapsulated by the
words
Live and die
We must BE
We must not be shaped
We are not the creature of our outside conditions but rather true master
Gardner here to recondition this worlds finite interpretation of our own
definition,
Granting our souls the ability finesse
our minds into the process of liberation our destiny while acknowledging the
freedom in the process itself,
For we are never running late but always walking in perfection
We must BE
Allowing our time to go undetected
Be still in knowing we are perpetually resurrected ,
I send the most beautiful whoa’s to the ever evolving man
That does not survive to live but thrives with plans,
that plants his seed to grow his trees
Who trims his weeds and honors his deeds through times of grief and great
mischief
May the forest in our minds shield us from our greatest enemies
Let us not be sculpted by our fears nor molded by our doubt
Let us be highly ordered in our perfectly imperfect structure
As you are the divine crystal and your crystallization is your manifestation
