everyone is busy toiling
outside to keep themselves
busy, to run away from
what can refine them - -
cutting grasses, rearranging
plants, decorating the yard and
putting up fences between
neighbors.
only a mystic lover
stays inside, breaking
the topsoil, turning over the
ground, tossing clatters and
opening more space for love -
his garden is in his heart.
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