Sound Garden

Chaos brings distortion to my clarity of mind

And prayers are refracted through the light

The purity of presence pushes madness far behind

As Silence takes a quill and starts to write

Surrender to the moment, to the beauty, to the day

Surrender to the peacefulness you know

Surrender to the happiness you’re keeping locked away

Surrender to the high and to the low

Clear the road of all the thorns and nettles that have grown

Clear the street and purify the way

The path of least resistance is a million miles from home

So can we hope to make it there someday?

For trees are sprouting up in every doubt and every crack

And roots are digging deep into my angst

Weeds and twigs and brambles highlight everything I lack

They tow the line while I must walk the plank

Distortion is akin to a pollutant you might say

My cluttered mind is misty, dark and full

The static, so disruptive, yes it’s tearing me away

The crimson flag is searching for a bull

Behead the dreaded dragon and another head appears

Troubles sprouting up from here and there

I tumble from the wagon, bruised and holding back the tears

Yet no one in the village seems to care

The village is so overgrown, it lacks the eyes to see

It cannot see beyond its grassy nose

The village has been overthrown, no heart or charity

The victors are the ivy and the rose

So tend to every garden, yes, the garden of your mind

Keep the thorns and brambles well away

Cherish your sweet sanctuary and let yourself unwind

While there is still a garden left to save