The Garden from The Garden by Marya Stark

The Garden
Happy Buddha
always on my mind
weeding thoughts that don’t mean
anything at all
a great big nothing I recall
the seeds we planted in the fall
are sprouting
Buddy Jesus
golden as the sun
with the kingdom of heaven
in a mustard seed
oh the simple truths of love indeed
but the youthful martyrs they do bleed
your glory
And in the garden we shall dance
to the rhythm of a trance
amidst the bounty of our thoughts
and the fruits they bear do taste
of the passions we have sought
by the fashions of our haste

Won’t you have a bite
you might think that you are naked
you might feel a little flushed
and embarrassed at the thought
but hey, its not that bad
just the apple of a seed

Happy Buddha
And Buddy Jesus
In the Garden

• World
• female singer songwriter
• indie folk
• orchestral
• pop
• Santa Cruz