A seed of love and grace,
Nestled in the heart’s soil,
Dwells within the thought’s spirit,
Yearning to unfurl.

Action’s birth,
A tender sprout,
Like a stone
Cast into a pond,
Ripples expanding,
Touching distant shores.

The gift returns,
Love and grace multiplied,
In the wake of mindful deeds

Filed under: 🜁 Self – tracing the inner landscapes of thought, feeling, and becoming.