|Oh Soil |
The fragrance of the soil somehow evokes more tenderness in me than the intoxicating fragrance of the flower.
The strength and sensitivity of life held in the soil releases waves of passion of a different sort.
|Passion not for a person but for my species that has become insensitive to all that nurtures it and absorbs it at its end. |
As I walk barefoot, I break down with passions so profound that they defy all description.
Oh Soil, my life.
(Poem by Sadhguru)