Hopes, dreams, goals, and plans

Like layers and layers of clothes

Ego dressing to the nines

Soul he hardly knows

What more could be expected

When in the family line

Survival was the name of the game

And grapes die on the vine

Desire led him down the path

Of family rooted in love

Contrast at an early age

Lack from up above

He knew he wanted different

as different, was he

And off he went in search of her

8 years old to be

Glimpses seen along the way

Fading away with time

Each one was sure to be it, yet

Lost beyond reason or rhyme

Once thought to finally be there

Building the dream would persist

Union and children before the walls would fall

Foundation didn’t exist

Thus began the journey

Right back to the start

If foundation is missing in relationship

Is it missing in the heart?

Observation revealed all the ways he

Disconnected inside

External connection pedestalized,

Over and over he tried

Reaching out for the other

Forking from his way

Pain from the gap between soul and mind

Was the price to pay

Never again, he thought to himself,

Will divergence take his heart

He would practice letting go, over and over

When energy wanted to part

He held to his word, as they came and went

Bonding for a season

They opened, exchanged, shared, and cried

Present for a reason

The space was held and connection occurred

Fundamentals were retained

He didn’t leave himself at all,

Yet only he remained

He learned to appreciate the fleeting,

Those bringing him this lesson

Friendly folks passing by, some in need of help

Reflecting his progression

He grasped how ideal it was to have

These experiences for expanse

In common, everyday connections

To prepare for true romance

For in romantic relationship

The longing is to last

The real test of letting go

Is going to be asked

But in this process, this liberation

Erosion showed its face

Hopes, dreams, goal and plans

All lost their place

The vision became blank, the path went dark

He no longer could see

Purgatory is what he called the feeling

That would come to be known as Wuji

He still has the raw desire, but doesn’t know why

It will never be the same

Normal, societal relation doesn’t cut it anymore

Impossible to aim

For the foundation was what’s important

The soul recognition

So deeply seen and felt

Together on a mission

That unfolds along the way

Without a blueprint at hand

Activated by the meeting on a frequency

The mind can’t understand

What was desired was new and uncharted

something that’s never been

Whatever would be built on the foundation

Icing on the cake for the win

Much like the seasonal people

Erosion didn’t come for nothing

The mind wants to strategize and plan

But the fallout is crushing

There will be no pursuit or chasing in life

Only open to respond

To what causes activation

In levels going beyond

Romance being the last desire

Washing away from the storm

Wuji filling in the space

Discomfort is the norm

There’s nothing to do but walk with acceptance

In the path for he

Calling in the soul’s plan from beyond

An apple from the tree

Which tree though, does it come from?

Oh, I beg your pardon?

Does it really matter at all

If you’re in the Garden?