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I meditate to tear the fabric that is clouding my eyes,
like a veil Ive come to unveil, sort of like a hijab over my head,
following vices that only lead me to more suffering,
when will I finally see and grow,

standing in a farm over the seeds ive grown, watching them grow I spot a dying one, i questioned its existence, so I pause and crouch down, I look up to the heavens with a frown, the seed is dead while the others flourish, why is death to one seed painful, while the garden grows I grow ill, traumatized by the one seed, so I focus, I question, I toil and search for libraries for the lesson, while I look for the answer, the garden grows weary, the leaves start deteriorating, eventually they fall like the seasons, but I don't bother and still concentrate on the seedling, months pass and I let go, the weak seed grows, ready to be planted the garden looks barren, I've carried too little eggs in one basket,