In the harshest of conditions, you bloom beautifully, ever the way-shower of persistence and grace.

Momentarily we forget ourselves as creatrix of each now-projection, leaving us feeling a withering of the heart, if only to remind us once again, to drink deeply from the well of Nature so that we too might re-member ourselves to the flowing River of Love, that always awaits our next inbreath.

At the end of it all, we take not our stories or things or lovers with us, but only the indelible soul imprint of persistence and grace, and the hard-won ability to hold fast during the drought until the stunning bloom of Great Love appears, within and without.

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