I feel like a piece of clay
made by your artistic hands
alive with your only one breath

The responsibility to live with!
And I scream for an ice cream! ;)

An earthly soil between my hands
Its scent, its structure,
its microcosms with small secrets
here and there...
It felt like a mirror of my life...
The never-ending work to do...
Yes or No - decisions left for me...
and for you too...

My harvest time, my quiet time,
my catastrophe time....
All in one....
Many seeds flying from the east, south,
north and west...
Which one stays, which one dies and
which one never bears fruit?

Who I want to become...

A garden blooming in spring...
passion felt in the summer heat,
the harvest time in autumn
or a cold time in the winter -
left with thoughts to think...

Or I let it all to suffocate?!!
And feel like a desert...
without life to bring?!

Just like a gardener taking care of his
soil from the undesirable weeds
it's me, it's you - doing personal work
each day and every day...

Choices to make...
Yes or No
The way, the truth, the life

Perseverance to keep my word set me free
and honesty is my key...

Try it for a day…two…three…
a year!
And tell me
how much you have grown,
feel strong and free!