I woke up from a two-year slumber and found that the world was still as it was before I fell asleep. The only change is that there is a "gardener" named Ling Du beside him. He knew all my preferences, cared for me meticulously, and kept my home and garden in eternal spring afternoons.
During this day, I enjoyed the lost and recovered perfect life, but gradually became aware of the price he paid to maintain this dream. When the time to say goodbye finally came, I suddenly realized that he was not an outsider, but that I had already known him well.
This is a story about self. When the external guardian dissipates with the wind, the real power begins to take root and sprout from the bottom of the heart.
Intention: Miracles come from the prayer of the heart.