You advance, day after day, on a land you think you know. But have you ever stopped to listen to what this land has to say to you? Not the one you tread with your feet, no—the one you carry inside. This land is made of memories. Of moments spent under the pale light of a still-sleeping kitchen. Of a laugh buried in a father's voice. Of silences that no one understands, but that you feel to the bone.
In this inner garden, there is a bull. An immense being, solid, anchored. He doesn't speak, he doesn't roar. He sows. Slowly, stubbornly, in silence. He asks for nothing, never protests. He plants seeds and trusts in time. In life. And you... what are you sowing in your own earth? Have you taken the time to bury the seeds of your dreams, your wounds, your silent love? Or have you simply ignored the earth, too eager to reap without ever waiting?
The bull in the garden doesn't judge you. He waits for you. He knows that patience is a form of love. He knows that some seeds take years to germinate. He knows, above all, that your heart is fertile soil, even if you've left it fallow for too long.
Perhaps your father, your grandfather, a lost friend, or even a forgotten version of yourself has already sown seeds there, without you noticing. Simple gestures. A look. A reassuring silence. A seed quietly placed. Do you think it was harmless? The bull knows it was sacred.
So look at yourself. Really. Are you carrying the seeds entrusted to you? Are you nourishing them? Or have you forgotten them, scattered in the din of everyday life?
What if, today, you became a gardener again? Not to produce. Not to prove. But to love. To honor.
🌿 Wear the Taurus T-shirt . Not as a garment, but as a reminder: your patience is sacred, your gentleness is strength, and what you sow within yourself, you will offer to the world.
📘 And keep The Invisible Life in your library, because this book is not a story. It's a seed. Perhaps one that was waiting for the right moment to sprout.