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Sow to reap
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Sow to reap |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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It’s the seeds I’ve sown that now must grow in the fields of my own consciousness but first I need to amble back to where they first were made. And it seems that history must beget awareness of the natural for the toddler, teen, young adult years, aren’t spent making seed packets. We don’t seek out the good and best or shop in all supply chains but acquire from inbred tendencies and simply scatter who we are. If youth could know how grows a seed jungles would grant easy passage and weeds would bow to roses, me, in deference to the beautiful. But jungles now have turned to stone and weeds proliferate the beds where once I turned from this to that ungrounded in belief. Unchanged is history’s landscape until the time of new beginnings where from the shelf of mindfulness I choose which seeds to grow. But beware the ground that swallows seeds and plays the game of make-believe for this land is here to hide the truth and shock the grower with results. And in the concept “sow to reap” it doesn’t matter plant, replant, because sooner, later, here or there, weeds will bow to me! Helen / 8 October 2010 |
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easy1 Senior Member
since 2010-05-22
Posts 1209Southeastern USA |
An unkempt garden is a fitting metaphor. Thanks for a very thoughtful write. And, yes, it is literally our duty or task to make some decent sense of it all, best we can and come what may. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
A lovely poem, Helen, with a lot of thought and wisdom behind it. Ida |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
Thank you, easy1 and Ida. One tries but really at the end of the day nothing makes any sense. Helen |
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