Your mind is a garden, your thoughts are the seeds.

You can grow flowers, or you can grow weeds.

Breathe.

Be here now.

Turn that frown upside down.

We are stardust floating through the cosmos.

We bought the Adamic illusion

A time filled with confusion.

A lost land we all once called home.

Wandering around with the misfits.

Awakening the consciousness of the human race.

Holding space to launch into outer space.

Meditating in the garden.

Not picking an apple from the tree of illusion

Frolicking with the Butterflies

Only see with my third eye.

We are the seeds.

We are the whole garden.

Which one will you feed.

The Flower or the Weed

Butterflies need both.

So many we should water them both.

That’s duality.