i suppose the karma garden should be renamed the metaphor garden this week:
it's quite full and wild and there are many bits unknown.
there are tiny beginnings that i never noticed before.
there are busy happy companions.
there are scraps of brilliant color inching toward freedom.
i find myself thinking, where did this come from? it wasn't here yesterday. what do i do with it?
underneath all the wildness, it is grounded.
and it has everything it needs.
