Hope is growing.
Not knowing how but seeing clearly the path forward following the strange little steps till the big picture becomes reality. So many seeds on the ground but only a few will sprout. Luckily. Nobody can hold so much work when too many are sprouting or taken care of. Nobody wants to. But One becomes a tree that grows beautifully. With beautiful strong branches, an indestructible tree trunk, deep roots and delicious fruits, with more deeds for others to taken care of. Inspiration, from the same tree of One but becoming its own. Not knowing if it will hold good fruit or not. Not knowing if it might die or live. A life. How many trees can you hold? Can you let go of the bad fruit that makes you sick or cut the branches that are effected by parasites to rescue the rest? Can you feel the pain but being rescued and held by the ones placed around you? Healthy and strong and connected to you! Or are you choosing to die? Do you let the good fruit die, too? For which cause will you choose your free will? I have to ask myself the same question. What kind of fruit am I growing?