Darling

There have been seeds

Seeds of fear that have been

Scattered and planted

In the soft soil of your mind

Since a child

And it's now your job

My darling

To weed those out

To remove those plants

And trees

And bushes of fear

And them lay them down

Upon the ground

As an offering

Back to the earth

This is alchemy

Turning fear

Into a gift

Into new life

Keep weeding

While planting

What you want in your garden

Flowers of love

Fruits of peace

Trees of trust

Whatever you wish to grow

In the garden of your Being

Is yours to chose

My love.

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