There are words, mails, moments, that in the first second generate the feeling ‘He is the One’.
I had so many of these last time.
I am looking for this again, for the natural development of things.
Looking for flowers that come up in the spring even though I did not plant any there.
I want them to come up because they grow here naturally, because they belong here,
because they always have been here.
They are here in the ground. And the rain and sun, and the spring of our love
does allure them, does empower them, to grow.
I want the natural beauty of wild flowers.
Not the artificial one of greenhouse flowers planted out there.
The greenhouse ones are less real, more fragile, and don’t really belong.
I want the flowers that we generate, that our love can bear, that do belong in our garden.
I will not tell which flowers I love, which size, or colour, for you shall not fetch them here to entice me.
You need faith and trust in our strength, need to feel that we belong, trust in the seeds that are.
If we can’t make flowers grow, if the soil does not respond to the combined energies of us,
then our garden will remain bare, and not able to nurture us.
And then I will walk away.
Or maybe, I might not even come.