Pick your intention and plant your seeds.
Is it ego or spirit the intention feeds?
With each sow, a story is born.
In each reap, an expectation is worn.
As this garden starts to grow,
“Where our mind goes, energy flows.”
Watering weeds or beautiful flowers,
What we nurture, choice is ours.
Did you choose to grow trees?
Grow so tall to see the seas?
Not only tall but deep in roots?
Strong and beautiful bearing fruits?
Did you choose to grow weeds?
Never planted any seeds?
Lacked the spirit fed intention?
With energy streaming towards lackluster attention?
If it’s picking from fruit bearing trees
Or cursing at the overgrowth of weeds;
As you reap what you have sown,
It’s from your intentions they have grown