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.