Go slow my mind, everything happens at its own pace.
The gardener may water with a hundred pots,
but the fruit will appear only in its season.
~ Kabir
. . . . .
Go slow, my mind, trust in the rhythm of time.
The sun may rise and set, the winds may change their face,
Yet the earth moves in harmony, each cycle in its prime.
The seed you've planted needs its space to grow,
For in the quiet moments, roots will intertwine,
And when the time is right, the blooms will show,
The fruit will ripen, sweet, in nature's perfect line.
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