I am my own garden
In the journey called life, we embody a vessel. A vessel that does not take the shape of life but allows the clear stream of life to rush inside. Seasons come and go but being human we would never be able to take life as it is. We welcome the spring with open arms and our heart blossoms. During other seasons we stand gazing at the mirror incredulously, as an empty vessel rather than preparing the neglected fields of our heart for harvest, with ardour.
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