If you’re walking in love, you don’t have to fear never finding it.


You can’t rush it

Or fall into it.

You must become fertile—tenderhearted,

So that when the seeds are



they will grow into

life giving substance & reproduce.

Who are your farmers?

Who is your sun, your rain?

Until you find who provides you stable growing conditions,

You must not settle.

Don’t be so anxious for the seed when you are still cracked dry.


About Faye

I blog for 5 sites.
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