Imagine this. Close your eyes and envision this incredible materialistic empire you have created.
One night… the police come knocking on your door at 3:30am… waking you up. Asking you to come with them.
They take you to your empire… where it is burning to the ground.
By daylight… everything you have built… that materialistic dream of yours… sits in ashes… completely destroyed by fire.
What would you do?
“I will rebuild it, again.”
Yes?
One can always rebuild a materialistic empire.
And you can delegate its care and survival.
But you see… this is impossible with humans… relationships… love.
Humans, relationships… and especially love… are like the most beautiful garden on earth.
You find all those treasures that provide beauty and the scents of every kind of perfume and cologne ever brought before our senses.
Each of us is blessed with our own mass of humans that come and go in our lives.
And our deepest of blessings is granted… when that single precious human comes to stand before all others.
Gives of them-self… from the deepest places in their heart… with every ounce of their being… to no one else.
Only YOU.
The greatest secret to any garden is to discover that there is always one plant that may flower for a few days out of every year.
But its true beauty reigns in its inner existence… which brings out the beauty of its whole being for the rest of the year.
You cannot delegate the care and survival of that garden.
It requires your personal attention.
Constant nourishment can only be received from you.
For that effort… you are blessed with your own nourishment… coming to you 10-fold in return.
And only the truest essence is capable of giving such.
The beauty only becomes better as time moves along… blessed with your personal care.
As in any garden… weeds will appear. They will crowd your vision of all the beauty.
Unless there comes an end to their ill intentions of stopping you from seeing the one that came to stand before you in front of all the others.
Other flowers may put on a glorious show… mesmerizing the whole world with such outer beauty.
Only to poison anyone touching anything exposed from its inside.
Outside beauty can be evil.
Not that everything beautiful on the outside can be evil on the inside. But that is the fertile ground where it hides.
From this experience you learn to decipher between a weed… a poisonous flower… and the truest of the beauty in the garden.
When a beautiful plant shows up in your garden… like some surprise… and it refuses to die because it lives for you…
It returns your care… attention and nourishment by touching your heart with its beauty on the inside…
What do you do?
Have you found your truest beauty?
Where are they now?
How well have you tended to your garden?
My Morning's Heart 