A rose blooms for you. You blossom for love. Life is a garden of various flowers.
Without the rhythm you will be in a rut. Out of the rut you will long for your song. Both are applicable.
Being lost brings a need to grow. Being found you flourish. The garden sees no distinction between the manure, weeds,or flowers. Beauty puts everything in it’s place. Because it is the saving grace.
Circles ever expand to fine tune the workings of the magician’s hand. The seer sees and is mesmerized by the sight. Clear the lens and see again. That is the joy of finding your home again.