Laozi's Garden

La vida es un jardín

Where good and evil grow

Intertwining order and chaos

As our subjective flowers flourish

We unravel, identify and encourage

Our garden's beauty in its pathos

Pulling at the weeds

Chipping dark bark from the trees

Removing the evil as it manifests

Our perception moulded

By the comparison unfolded

Against the unidentified remains at rest

And as the memory of the evil vanquished vanished, the ground floor of heaven became hell.