-------A Gardener’s Heart-------
I
am not
what
I do
but
beneath it.
Within.
Where
the question
why
sincerely
repeated
brings
us.
Deeper
deeper
deeper.
To
the source
unfolding,
becoming
what
we see.
Like
a flower from seed.
Like
hands
in
the
earth.
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