Do you want to compete with me? Why do you want to compete with me?
I have a low voice and a struggling heart while asking these questions for you.
Do you want to compete with me because you have a better garden?
I can smell the lilies of your garden and the fresh breeze that touches the trees, it comes to me as well.
Why do you want to compete with me? Is it because I stand with my barren land that’s dry and looks like a ruined brown field?
I have nothing around the corner that looks as soothing as your beautiful lavender flowers. I do have a cactus plant that reaches down into the roots to find the motivation and inspiration to produce water in the dryness. I am so busy with my own areas.
Do I want to compete with you?
I hope you find the answer signaled from anywhere you seek.
But do I wish you success? Yes, that’s true.
Do I know that you care? You are too much of an old soul to think that I have anything harsh behind my asking that, so please don’t.
Do I need to compete or do you have time to compete with me now? I don’t think so.
I created a new writing album today titled "From All of the Songs I Have Sung." I want to share the first chapter from this collection, which is titled "A Happy Bump or a Sacred Reflex?"