Weeds, no matter your best effort to remove them, always come back.
Can we learn to live with them then? Love them, even? Or are we going to continue engaging in an insane, never ending battle?
If you look — really look — you'll see weeds have their own kind of beauty and their rightful place in the natural hierarchy.
Besides, who says we aren't "weeds" in some way?
Elimination strategies, though satisfying to the ego, rarely accomplish their goal of making things better.
Harmony, healing, betterment and improvement have roots in seeing that in this and this in that. That there is no such thing as other.
Medicine makes peace between warring bodies. It does not exacerbate existing wounds. If it does, then it is not medicine.