 As if we don’t already have what we need Inside of our multidimensional being Outside of the luscious garden within our soul. We feel thirsty As if we’ve never seen rain As if the soil beneath our feet was dry Ignoring the strength of our roots Ignoring the brilliance of our flowers Ignoring the beauty of our ability to withstand drought, outlive famine and flourish in emptiness. But what if we realized the liveliness of our garden was dependent not on the climate of our surroundings, but the firm, unwavering belief that we are wholeheartedly enough? We are not just a seed, not just a flower, not just a garden, but an entire forest of blossoming trees.
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