Beloved Swaha,

Roots of trust.
A stem of awareness.
A mysterious photosynthesis in leaves of Divine life.
From doubt to clarity, from confusion to commitment, from fear to love.

Beloved, you are the Master gardener.
Let me grow deep in your soil, watered by your words.
I am breathing your pure being.

I am longing for you, like the sunflower longs for the sun.
Please, prune my branches, cut off those sick, wounded and dead, and give me strength to flower at your feet.

The pain of being pulled up by the roots, again and again, is unbearable.
Oh, Master, give me power to brake this bud open, and bloom, surrender wide open, in your presence...

In trust,
P.W.L