Nurture the seed that dwells within,
with tenderness, patience, and care.
Offer afresh your fullest attention,
as sunlight, soil, and air.
Thirsty, the sapling turns within,
yearning for wisdom’s shower.
Drench the roots in perfect virtue,
so truth may grow with power.
Mind the weeds that creep within;
unchecked their reign spells death.
Guard against the least false habit,
sanctifying each breath.
Beneath the shade of the tree within,
remember the One beyond fear.
Befriend the bird atop the branch,
who sings of the One always near.
Cherish the colors that bloom within,
yet never lament their passing.
Harvest the fruits grown ripe in truth,
whose nectar grants peace everlasting.
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Nihal Singh