@spiritualenlightmentdaily In a mist-shrouded canyon where dawn’s first light painted the rocks in rose and gold, a humble gardener named Neel wandered each morning, searching for a flower that could awaken his heart. Though his hands coaxed lilies and roses from rocky soil, Neel felt an unspoken yearning—as if the true bloom he sought lay beyond every petal he’d touched. One silent dawn, guided by the hush of a distant birdcall, Neel discovered a narrow fissure in the cliff’s face...
