Gardener

It’s really hard not to go where my whims urge me to go
But I know what sort of person I’m longing to become
If I want to help anybody in the world before I die
If I want the suffering all around us to subside
I have got to be more conscious of the things I do and don’t do
Every little seed in time will flower
Plant the ones that lead me down a path toward really helping
I am the garden, but I’m also the gardener
 
In this very moment I reap fruit from choices past
And choices for the future are made now
Certain habits, deeply rooted, flourish in the heart of me
Repetition like the seasons comes naturally
Some of it’s good, some of it’s not, right now this is all I’ve got
But it doesn’t mean it’s all I’ll every be
Choosing which part of me to act from
I easier when I know what I want to become
I am the garden, but I’m also the gardener
 
This planting of seeds is more subtle than it first appears
It’s not just a bout a dollar to the homeless man
It’s about perceiving what’s happening in this very moment
Then deliberately choosing to extend love
 
It’s really hard not to go where my whims urge me to go
But I know what sort of person I’m longing to become
If I want to help anybody in the world before I die
If I want the suffering all around us to subside
I have got to be more conscious of the things I do and don’t do
Every little seed in time will flower
Plant the ones that lead me down a path toward really helping
I am the garden, but I’m also the gardener

 

©Eve Decker