The seed, the epicenter of a fruit.
Where life springs forth from, the limitless and timeless being of life.
The source, the progenitor, the eternal witness to Creation and the mighty Creator.
The Garden with the most coveted Tree of Art & Creativity.
A prolific paradise, that the Creator omnisciently governs.
A marvelous & stately perpetual escapade.
The Garden of Artistry
// poetry
I look at the meticulous fruit
How symmetrical is it in its form and shape
Composed of life-giving water molecules
Sweet naturally occurring sugars, dreamscape.
The mystical and shrouded garden
The Creator has slowly unveiled the masterpiece to us
When you mindlessly embrace synthetic foods
Slipping on the banana peel, you’ve missed the strawberry shaped bus.
The intertwined realms of the garden
The higher awareness of a gardener the modern day smites
Spiraling to a lower awareness of this garden
The ancient trees oversee the nascent darkness and ancient lights.
The very delusional and impetuous men
Are mining and perusing through the earth’s pores
The unconquered objective of seeking out treasures from antiquity
To discover the king of all gold mines with abundant onyx stores.
Even the lower planes have been supernaturally concealed
Cause we keep parading around with an insatiable fin
There’s no drone or copter to locate this artistic Garden
Can’t enter the Creator’s garden with evil eyes and greedy chin.
In this momentary realm of existence
My soul nostalgically embraces the fruit
The only one to perpetuate and persist through the ages
Fruit the sole masterly specimen with a trace of the Garden’s route.
I ponder upon the fruit
Despising packaged foods and coke
Sugar isn’t the enemy gluttony is…
Grab some traces of meticulous art with a spoon and fork.
Caving in to the Supreme’s mighty authority
For now, I nibble on daily sugary fruit
The artistic Garden of Greatness He may take the one’s He wants
For that I must diligently and spiritually transmute.
