Our Mind is but a Garden.

There is such a danger in finite belief systems, for our minds are really a garden wherein we grow our souls.

When the human brain stumbles upon an idea and embraces it for the rest of their lives, their brain stops evolving as they feel they have reached the pinnacle of the meaning of life. Whether one is an atheist, a christian or a satan worshipper, one freezes oneself in time at that point of complete faith and trust when there is always more to know and to add to one's life experience. When one has this "AHA this is it" moment they move forward in life contextualizing their lives within the finite framework of their preferred belief system, thus losing a myriad of missed chances and experiences that they might "other-wise" have had in their lives.

This happens on all levels of all belief systems from political party affilliations, church denominations, abiogenetic theories, preferred diet etc. All of these issues in turn create rifts between people and keep them from connecting on the level we need to connect to one another, in order for our faith to be realized in the first place!

At the same time our beliefs and dreams often only have slight variations and are very similar but we still insist on those slight differences to identify our belief system and make it unique to us. This again divides us. We divide and divide until it becomes possible for just a few people in high places to control those "squabbling masses".

Our Mind is but a Garden.

Our mind is the garden
Wherein we grow our life,
Where a waterfall of voices
Cascade in our minds
Swimming with a myriad of choices
Every day and through the night
On all the days and years we live
And every time we may or might,

Each thought is a seed
Where the brambles are greed,
Magnolias are kindness
And vines choke the hosts
Of the mindless
Where love and vision,
Are a flourishing addition
And delicately tended thoughts
Bring passion with fruition.

So flaunt fine blossoms,
Sweet fragrances
And fruitful boughs
That drip with purpose
To render meaningful
All your hours.

And as you go
From thought to word to action
In time’s relentless fractions
Watch your thoughts,
For the bounty plucked,
The autumn come
The garden put to rest,
What did you do
What have you done?
Can you esteem your existence
In the greater garden of earth,
Do you feel as one?

Jane Evershed

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