Our anger of yesterday, sows our gardens today, and our harvest will be as rotten as the fruit fed to us by the gardeners we now hate. In our furtherance of anger, fear and hatred, we, now, are the sowers of diseased and sickly seed instead of those who heal through their fruit.
When our efforts have born tasteless and sour fruit, that once judged gardener will be the one pointing their finger at us. There cannot exist a union from those who divide, just as there cannot exist a bountiful harvest from locust. It is time to heal and bring souls and tribes together, not further our divide, for to do so, is to be the soiled souls who planted before us.
~ I Am - Wisdom
