Laozi's Garden

La vida un jardín

Where good and evil grow

Intertwining shelter from chaos

As our subjective flowers flourish

We unravel, identify and encourage

Our gardens beautiful or lost.

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.