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.