What we do in secret sets the rudder

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





About Philosopher Muse

An explorer of volition and soul, a song under a night sky and a dream that forever yearns to be.
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16 Responses to What we do in secret sets the rudder

  1. Wise and nice! Thank you!

  2. inesephoto says:

    So very true. Can’t keep secrets from the Universe.

  3. Nancy says:

    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.

  4. Anna says:

    Rid weeds of woe… That twist into neurosis…… 🙂 Love the poem/song.

  5. Anna says:

    Your narration voice is pleasing. I can’t place your accent.

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