The Garden of the Heart
Composed of earth, we are clay of the ground.
The furrows inside are ready for seed.
Dispose of any stones that may be found,
And for those choking thorns there is no need.
Cultivate the garden within your heart;
Pursue love, peace, and every good deed.
The soil of the soul will do its part
When we cast away any growing weed.
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