The seed

Posted by on 04.28.10 | 1 Comment
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Look to the dreaming

Tend the smallest seed

You hardly can see it, your spectrum so small

Hold out the palm of your left hand in welcome

And maybe the shy thing will catch in your sleeve

And run through the wash, watered by your neglect

Sneaking around behind you, and shaking

Out with a snap of buttons as you fling wrinkles

It plants behind your ear in the fold

And grows while you sleep

The most powerful thing I have been taught

Is the mustard seed.


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