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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