self: contained


every thought


& deed

first resides in the seed

needs to grow, don't you see

within you, within me

like the plant

if we nourish

it'll flower and flourish

does "i can't" win the fight,

or's the plant see the light ?

turn around, mist the point !

or prepare to anoint

it's a choice you have here:

reaped with love/sewn in fear ?


© Neal Visher


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