Self-regard is essential for growth of love,
But ego can consume the soul of the one
And the soul of the all
If left to weed.
This is the time to tend the garden.
Let not rain to storm
Nor bounty to spoil
For the sake of self alone.
Fruit is to share, not squander.
One can’t tend the plants in hot sun
Wearing a crown.
A scepter makes a dull spade.
The garden can’t flourish
In the hands of the Shadow.
©Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com