The Mind's Garden

In the quiet depths of consciousness,
Lies a garden, vast and wild,
Where thoughts like seeds take root and grow,
Some nourishing, some defiled.

With mindfulness our trusty spade,
We turn the soil of our being,
Uprooting weeds of greed and hate,
Clearing space for true seeing.

Water droplets of compassion fall,
On seedlings of loving-kindness,
While wisdom's sunlight gently shines,
Dispelling clouds of blindness.

Patience tends the slowest blooms,
As equanimity stands guard,
Against the storms of life's upheavals,
Keeping our practice unmarred.

The fruits of peace begin to ripen,
As joy's flowers brightly bloom,
The fragrance of a well-tended mind,
Dispels all inner gloom.

Each day we tend this sacred space,
With diligence and care,
For in this garden of the mind,
We find our refuge there.

Through seasons of change and challenge,
Our inner landscape grows,
A reflection of the Dharma's truth,
In each petal that shows.

So let us be the gardeners,
Of our own heart and mind,
Cultivating wholesome states,
Leaving suffering behind.