The Garden
The great architect provided the perfect garden,
given us the responsibility as nutrient warden.
The exchange of energies of great intelligence,
divine organism and operational reference.
Wisdom and care through renewable sustain,
life principle and healing to obtain.
Beneficent pleasures by nature designed,
seeking tenement of existence refined.
A tiny part of mind is used entire,
the rest is awaiting the evolution dire.
The soul needs organs of impressions,
from without to create progressions.
The garden fair in daily appetite need,
where mind becomes a pleasure thinking seed.
The body and its intellect where each kind,
wants its own uniqueness and resemble find.
Expensive farmed food without nutrition,
ignorant convenience and its faulty condition.
You are by root and all in all,
given a body in the garden, a love of form.
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https://robertrittel.blogspot.com Living virtualistic through myself. The road I wanted to follow choose me and I can see the cosmos to know itself. I remember only moments where my actions manifested the belief of my passion, choosing my next universe through what I have learned in this one. My fears got lost in dreams, sensing what needed to be done with no thinking. I believe in fairy tales, especially with dragons and how to tame them. I do not need any strange faith to worship that celestial brilliance. Dismissing everything what insults my soul and faithful in those small things, because it is in them where our strength is.
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