In the monastery's calm, where silence reigns supreme
A monk tends to his garden, lost in a tranquil dream
With each seed he plants, and each flower he tends
He shields his heart from passions, that might lead to bends
He's the sublimator, in the garden's gentle sway
Pouring his soul into soil, to keep desires at bay
Nurturing life in blooms, a meditation serene
From the depths of longing, he keeps his spirit clean
With every blossom's bloom, he finds a sacred peace
A sanctuary from temptation, where his worries cease
The fragrance of the roses, the whisper of the trees
Offer solace from desires, as he tends to his pleas
He's the sublimator, in the garden's quiet song
Dedicating his days, to where his heart belongs
Cultivating beauty, a refuge from the night
In the garden's embrace, he finds his guiding light
Amidst the petals' dance, he finds his true release
A monk in harmony, his soul's eternal peace
Through the earth's embrace, he finds his sacred vow
To nurture life and growth, in the garden's hallowed bough
He's the sublimator, in the garden's gentle sway
Pouring his soul into soil, to keep desires at bay
In the bloom of each flower, in the garden's quiet grace
He finds redemption's solace, in this sacred space
As twilight descends, and stars begin to gleam
The monk stands in his garden, in the moon's soft beam
With hands clasped in prayer, and heart pure and light
He bids farewell to day, and welcomes the night
In the garden's embrace, he finds his solace deep
A sanctuary from the shadows, where his secrets sleep
For in the beauty of nature, and the earth's gentle art
He finds the strength to master, finds the strength to master
The passions of his heart