This was it.
Before we started, we stopped. Before we explored, we turned away. Before we tried, we gave up.
There was a delicate seed buried in mud, we could have watered it, tended it, if we were brave enough.
But instead, fear put a soft veil around us, making us unable to move, unable to turn away from the safe.
It was out fear, that made us deprive the little flower of her life. The little flower, it could have been beautiful, but we didn’t let it see the light.
Because to let the flower unfold, we would have had to give up control, give up control to the beauty of creation.
However, the beauty of creation, that is a beauty which can only be sensed by the fearless.
We weren’t fearless. We tried to protect our hearts, protect them from suffering.
What fools we were, pretending to protect our hearts. What could you protect if there was nothing in it?
Instead we suffered our whole life, suffered our whole life of our flowerless, empty garden, with our protected hearts, empty, protected hearts.
