Ninety-Nine and Forty-Four
While planting garden, very few will opt
To set aside space for a weedy spot
We till and tidy to keep the weeds out
Leaving greens and cascades of color popped
A stagnant pool into which leaves have dropped
Becomes a stinking brew of filth and rot
A consciousness into which anger’s brought
Becomes a life from which love’s flow is stopped
To seek the undiluted truth today
To focus without distraction on AUM
Welcoming beauty, calm and all good gifts
In unadulterated purity
Attention ever inward flowing on
Thought, word and deed aligned, and naught amiss