Forest flowers grow quietly,
not arguing with each other for the light.
Each keeps its own shade,
its own form,
its own little song.
And when you look at this multicolored carpet,
it seems as if the earth itself
plays a quiet melody of life.
So too the spiritual meadow of the soul —
consists of many different flowers:
thoughts, hopes, prayers,
which together create
the harmony of the inner world.
