We each have seeds of beautiful plants and flowers to grow.

Only in the sunshine of silence, the rain of stillness,
the lightning and thunder of solitude
will they sprout and grow.
In that sunshine and rain we will hear the song we are made to sing, the poem, story, invention
That will cultivate life on our planet.

We are invited to enter our garden gates
to sow, weed and harvest delicious fruit.
We dread to leave our noisy gadgets for what
we may see and hear. Sad, for within our
gardens we may hear a song to make the world dance.
Write a children's story to make them laugh.
Find a cure that gives life a chance.

In the sunshine and rain of my silence I have planted
seeds that I have nourished to grow. Humble plants:
stories and poems that I am happy to share with you.