This he asks as we meet up, whilst the rampant thoughts intrude on the mind.
...and it's not about taming a garden and bringing it all under control.
You'd never win against nature and against the growth of all the life willing to be wrought.
.... it's about being with it...
... about being IN it.
"....and choosing to tend to only what you aim to harvest."
THIS is the Alchemist who has fire in his eyes.
The one effortlessly supporting unending.
The garden is wild. It is untamable.
Yet we can harvest all the riches of it we choose.
So choose wisely.
We don't have to tame it all.
Only what we make our own.
“
So choose your thoughts wisely.
And cultivate that which feeds your Soul.
______________....your own Soul....____________________________
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I was watching a deer in the backyard.
He, with his little dinky budding wanna-be antlers... was eating something on the ground.
and yeah, I was more or less making sure he didn't take a stroll towards MY food plot.
The squirrels and chipmunks already like stealing my strawberries and eating a hole through them...
leaving the rest on the ground for me to find and then debate if I'm going to eat it or chunk it across the yard...
I wasn't about to let the deer devour anymore than he did the last time I found six greenbean plants
eaten down to six whole inches.... and left gigantic foot holes in my dirt.
anyway... I was probably listening to Abraham Hicks on the computer in the background...
however, my mind wondered towards the experience I'm bound to have
(cause yo! Soul says it will be awesomeAF! and she did not hesitate to place her order with the Universe)
and I mused at how often we as societal humans fuck ourselves over...
people often say...
.... 'if I get this thing A... I will then do this thing B, because that's what a good person would do'
WHO put these arbitrary and limiting rules down on paper?
because according to Soul...according to Thoth....and according to the Alchemist...among others...
this 'imposed and implied 'goodness' is a cage wrapped in sparkly christmas wrapping paper.... and you think Santa brought you something good.... but oh no dear, my deer.......
it's a restraint... a collar. a harness. a cage. handcuffs. mindcuffs, if you will...
a box.... simply put
a box to place you in, because one should do or be this way.... as it would be acceptable...
and all other ways are not....
'when I get this thing A... I will do whateverthefuck I want with it. No strings attached.'
sounds so much more in alignment to even attracting the thing to begin with....
no wonder good people suffer....
you've put yourselves last on the totem pole...
and you've been crushed into the ground
covered in mud... and can't breathe
suckers...
we may be enticed to give you a pep talk soon...
knock those mf's out of your head...off your head...
and take the reins.
the responsibility to clear our your garden.
your food plot
and keep your garden from getting eaten or stepped on...
light your box on fire...
oh wait... 2020 has already done that...
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Ever stop to think that a garden of roses...
is like a garden on fire...
it's red, and it can hurt if you get too close...
.but we cultivate them nonetheless
bringing forth their aroma and their beauty
ever so diligent to make sure they are pleased and cared for
(not to confuse my rose bushes with anything I just wrote, mine are a hot mess)
and every moment... you become intertwined with them...
the petals... the thorns...
and you become the garden...
“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.” the fox tells the little prince...
It is the time you devote to your thoughts... your garden... your life...
that makes IT so important...
tend to your own garden, yo....
mine is ....fire....
and will burn you...
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