The Garden of my Heart


gardenofmyheart

I am the path
Leading to the sheltered garden
Of thy heart,
O world.
I am the fountain
That feeds thy garden,

O world,
With the tears
Of my experience.

I am the scented flower
That beautifies thy garden,
The honey thereof,
The delight of thy heart.

Destroy thy weeds In thy garden,
O world,
And keep thy heart
Pure and strong,
For there alone I can grow.

Create no barriers
In the garden of thy heart,
O world,
For in limitation
I wither and die.

I have a garden
In my heart,
O world,
Where every flower
Speaketh of thee.

Open the gates
Of the garden of thy heart,
O world,
And let me in.

Without me
There shall be no shade,
Nor the soft breeze
From the cool mountains.

I have a garden in my heart,
O world,
That hath no beginning
And no end,
Where the mighty
Do sit with the poor,
Where the Gods
Do delight with the human.

Open as the vast skies,
Clear as the mountain stream,
Strong as the tree in the wind,
Is my heart.

Come,
O world,
Gather thy flowers
In the garden of my heart.

Jiddu Krishnamurti

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