Garden Of Hearts

This world, full of hearts

Billions of innumerable of hearts

Hearts of all sorts and norms

Tough and fragile, weak and easily hurt, dishonest and ever-changing

Soft and firm, strong and unshakable, faithful, enduring, and meek

I couldn’t even name all the attributes of hearts

Heart, heart, oh heart…

Mysterious, not easily discerned, and often misleading

The heart too has an outer and inner being, who can know it?

For years I have known different hearts, and have been a gardener of hearts

I’m no connoisseur of hearts, but I’ve known the human heart is like the earth

And frequently been encountering stubborn hearts

How difficult it is to sow seeds of love in it

Had it been going through a lot of stormy weather?

Had it been going through a lot of scorching summer heat?

Had it been hardened by the carelessness of the weather?

And so, I once found a frozen, stiff, hardened heart

Like a parched ground, toasted under dry heat

Shriveled with cold, very hard to soften

Inured to coldness, melancholic, and gloomy

It was rocky, wizened, unhealthy, and weak

Altruism impulsed me and was aided of that power, beyond mediocre

The power of those hands, that of the One who created the heart

The One, that of the greatest in the art of making hearts

I dug it relentlessly, incessantly with all my might

I purified it, cleared the stones within

Weeds uprooted and thorns removed

I watered it every day, showered it with genuine love

Conferred it with affection, sprinkled it with care

Rigged it up with precious things and loveliness

Eked it out with benevolence

I had kept taking care of it countless times…

Until…….it eventually softens

Yes, the frozen, stiff, hardened heart had finally softened                                                               

And now, the soil-like heart is ready...

Upright and soft, cheery, blithesome, and bright

Like that of the earth, carefully dug and plowed earth

The field of the heart is now ready to sow with seeds of true love

Fine seeds of love scattered upon it to grow

Indulging the glorious sunlight and unrestrained to the whim of morning mist

So, at last, I had finally sown golden seeds of love

These seeds of ageless, perennial love had grown so fast

Blossomed and had borne fruits of righteousness

It yielded sanity, candor, and equity

The heart is now strong, full of zeal, and unshakable

Bearing millions of fine, golden seeds of love

Sowing dazzling seeds of inextinguishable love on its own

In its own marvelous earthly field

And my task? It’s barely done...

I’m on my way to move to the other side of the earth’s garden

For the pursuit of tough, but worthy hearts again

For hearts almost impossible to heal and mend

Hearts that are misguided, left unnoticed, and barren

Hearts that are just around the corner and are facile

Hearts that just dwell in the earth’s lavishness

My life then will constantly girdle around seeking precious hearts

And the earth’s grandeur will continually be my garden of hearts…