Dreams

Heed Me Well — I Am The Cactus, Not The Flower.

Or Let My Gentle Voice Persuade You Otherwise.

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Why Am I The Prickly Cactus?

Because I am not a cactus flower - which flowers with brilliance, and makes a spectacular show.

In spite of deprivation and harshness. Or perhaps because of it.

A cactus flower, while breathtakingly beautiful, is transient and lasts for only a few hours, leaving not even a seed to perpetuate its beauty.

In the harshness of life and the struggle to survive, I am the cactus.

I Have Survived

*long droughts of loneliness

*harsh burning winds of criticism

*storms of indifference

to come to this point in my life.

…… yet still I blossom.

I Have Been Nurtured By

*gentle rains of friendship

*deep, drenching storms of love

*the warmth of compassion

*kindness from strangers

*knowing who I am.

The Joy of Life