Growing wild

There will come a day when you will grow tired of training and monitoring your garden — of weeding and trimming the thorns from the roses. Of fertilizing and pruning. Of constantly, obsessively and painstakingly cultivating the seeds planted by others, watering them with your tears and sweat as they refuse to thrive in your unique soil. Weary of the vigilance it requires. Exhausted from your desperate and fearful attemps to keep others from trampling of your delicate garden. You will collapse. You will rest. The blooms you breathed nervously over for so long will wilt and die away. Left with nothing to plant in their place and no strength to search, you will fear life will never return. And then … you will see new green. Your garden will begin to grow wild. Long-dormant flowers will sprout, they will take over the space untamed. They will vibrantly bloom. You will no longer see weeds, since all that grows here is part of the balance, deserving of a place. Delicious new fruits will grow abundantly, and their fragrance will draw magical, majestic beings like none you’ve ever imagined existed. The soil will be kept fertile through flow, connection and grace. The breathtaking beauty of your wild garden will be discovered and available only to those who dare to wander free. Those who know how to peacefully and respectfully appreciate, embrace and admire all the wild brilliance of you. Your wild garden will emanate the aroma of heaven, and embody the wonder of earth. There soon will come a day.

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