"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.
I am a gardener of my own being.
I can either care or let it be.
So I choose the spectrum of colors
to blossom inside of me".
tekst: Rasa Bulavaite