Do we waste our time on the wrong people?
Feeding soils that cannot and will not bloom in our own lifetime…?
But we never feed our selves -
Our own plant is neglected,
And we become detached from our soils,
Blowing off in the winds like a dandelion scattered!
Isn’t it our priority to tend to our own greenhouses?
To stop running out this door at every instant to help the others,
And stay inwards…
Making sure our own little roots are well attended,
Kindly nourished and guided forward,
Wished the best in their upward journey toward an all-fulfilling Sun,
Whose radiant light is everlasting,
The Home of all homes.