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