My Garden

I read in a book that meditation is like planting a garden in your mind. So I planted the seeds, every morning, for a few minutes a day. Soon I saw sprouts, little green leaves poking out. At first I was happy. Finally, I could have my own garden. But then the sprouts grew a little each day, and sometimes they didn’t grow at all. So first I got on my knees and shouted at them to grow, but they didn’t grow faster. Growing more impatient, I grabbed the stems and pulled, trying to make them grow taller. The sprouts just came out of the soil. On the ground, my knees covered in dirt, I realized I had no garden at all. So I planted the seeds again, and I waited.