I am a gardener....

I am a gardener of my own being

I grow some magical stuff
Happiness, kindness, passion….

I water it with love to thrive.
Yet, sometimes the ego
tries to get in the way bringing
anger, pride and hate.

Yet again, I am a gardener of my own being
I can either care or let it be.
So I choose the spectrum
of brightest colors
to blossom inside of me.

Rasa Bulavaite