I close my eyes and imagine how I get into a beautiful garden through a gate. The space, caressed by a warm sun, under a high and clear sky. There are much love, kindness, and flowers sinking in greenery. They bloom gracefully, freely, and infinity.
It’s so incredibly quiet to feel barefoot the lively grass. Under it, in the ground, the shells of new seeds explode as new opportunities. Just thinking about this garden inside me, it fills me with love for myself and peace with myself. Complete fulfillment.
And when I open my eyes, there is a rainy evening without blooming garden and colorful flowers. Is it really this garden only inside me?