Pretty Amongst Ruin

Pretty Amongst Ruin.

The garden wild,
freed by laziness,
from sharp to blurred,
from cared to loose,
like any neglected flower
pretty amongst ruin.

Words appear,
random by choice
from precise to fuzzy, 
from chosen to guessed,
like any poem,
meaning amongst chaos.

Life unknown,
steered by nature,
from planned to accident,
from hoped to feared,
like any experience
feeling amongst living.

Wisdom pursued,
with ordered desire,
from deep to glimpsed,
from known to grasped,
like all knowledge,
here amongst past.

The soul resides,
moving out of range,
from felt to lost
from fervor to sigh,
like all nature,
beautiful amongst design.