What shall I grow… In my secret garden,
No cold can blow… Our love cannot harden.
Into the deep… Where One divides in many,
We fall asleep… Embodied souls made heavy.
To plant the seed… In soil it now must grow,
Let it proceed… As above, so below.
Eternal Keep… Vision pristine and clear,
No eye shall weep… Nor heart give way to fear.
Reap what you sow… What leads into Gnosis,
Rid weeds of woe… That twist into neurosis.
Love to bestow… To give is to receive,
Paint like Van Gogh… You are what you believe.
Place in my soul… A never ending stream,
To fill this hole… That thirsts for the supreme.
You take the lead… Into the tomorrow,
You know my need… And the cause of sorrow.
Cut off from love… Experience is pain,
Yet being in love… Becomes our greatest gain.
What shall you grow… In your secret garden,
What do you owe… To grant lasting pardon.
By Jason Youngman
Summer of 2018
Philosopher Muse 
Wise and nice! Thank you!
Thank you Andreas!
So very true. Can’t keep secrets from the Universe.
A night of sound sleep brings much joy to the day ahead.
Cannot disagree.
Beautifully and profoundly penned. It reaches into the depths of the soul and causes the heart to think. A superb piece of work. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for the encouragement.
Rid weeds of woe… That twist into neurosis…… 🙂 Love the poem/song.
Oh and the title of the poem…..drew me in.
Desire certainly has a pull to it eh.
I’ve always wanted my very own secret garden, like in the book….the idea of all the beauty buried beneath weeds and indifference, but slowly cultivated back to life with the beginnings of curiosity. Yes, that’s my desire.
Thanks! It needs a bit of work though.
Won’t everything always need a bit of work depending on the beholder?
I can tip my hat to that.
Your narration voice is pleasing. I can’t place your accent.
Ontario?