The Garden of the Mind

In this new age where visions rise,

Each thought a seed beneath the skies.

Planted deep in fertile space,

It shapes our world with silent grace.

A fleeting wish, a whispered dream,

Flows like water in a stream.

The focus held, the heart aligned,

Grows the garden of the mind.

Doubt and fear—bitter weeds,

Choke the light with shadowed deeds.

Yet love and hope, in golden hue,

Bloom in fields where truth is due.

So tend with care, choose thoughts anew,

For what you seek becomes your view.

In the soil of now, reality sown,

You are the maker—you are your own.