Transient.
The word that comes as I meditate in the trees next to the road with morning traffic. The coming and going a contrary to my stillness. Though the thoughts travel until one stops and fills my consciousness.
Once the groundwork has been laid, manifestations come in their own timing. Just as two seeds planted the same summer take different lengths of time to bear fruit - a papaya vs a mango. Sometimes the fruit more sweet the longer the wait. The years of rain and growth, of cold seasons and cutting back, making the harvest more worthwhile. I am grateful for the seeds I’ve planted and trust in their divine fruition. The garden of my life.
As I reflect on goals from 7 years ago, I see which have already filled my baskets, and which have grown into strong trees that have yet to flower. I am patient. I water and wait. I let the sun shine.
In perfect time.
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