Poetry: The grass grows by itself, not by itself.

Tweet

The grass grows as itself into itself, but it seldom grows alone. There is always more grass nearby, also reaching upwards, towards its own sky. We only live one such life as ourselves too. Sometimes we think we are living two. What I do, and what I would like to do. But there is no real gap between these, it's true. We are all warriors of love, not worriers in fear. It is never impossible for love to not love, or appear. Even great mountains are being moved by love, but it's up to us to move ourselves into ourselves. The sheep nibbled at a blade of fresh grass, a treat. It gave its substance to it, but left the roots to grow. Sheep are not silly, and do not remove the root. They allow more love to come forth, after they eat. Photo Credit: The photo used in this article was sourced from the free media site, pixabay.com Let love nourish you, without you ever destroying it, be yourself.