Walking into the garden
with my third eye open

Destined for all the dirt
that will seep in
between my toes

To watch every sunrise
and every sunset
surrounded by vivacious greenery

Many walk in
stand by the river where its muddy and slippery

Those who understand mud
know that there is a reason it is below us
the mud is so insignificant

yet some still choose to stand by that river everyday
They complain when it rains and complain even when it shines

To stand above the mud is realizing nothing matters
How you grow what you step on
the vines that connect to each flower are all that matters

The beauty of flowers is the delicacy of it
how hopelessly beautiful it is to know that flowers don’t bloom year round
when they bloom how superb it is

How imperative it is that they only bloom when alone
Been alone and have been for a long time
enough to walk to the river and walk back
and have every petal not be perfect
but in its existence

Experiencing everything simultaneously
the mud below it
the sun glistening

But to also grow vines
remembering to live in the delicacy

to understand it better
to understand the mud
to understand yourself better

makes the garden grow
its the only way it can be