In life the sower is always sowing
seeds of wisdom as natural as can
be.
First seeds fall upon the highway
of your world
and little birds of large appetite
rumor it away.
Next seeds fall upon hard ground of
human knowledge
where the soil is superficial but
the grain appears to grow without delay,
yet since this earth has little
depth of true intelligence,
the first clear dazzling light of
day overwhelms the early growth,
and as these seedlings have no true
roots, they wither.
Subsequently seeds descend among
the weeds
where no compassion tends the soil
and thorns of great hostility
chokes them all away.
Yet there comes a time seeds land
among responsive ground
and bears its fruit to thirty
times, one-hundred times,
ten-thousand times, this great
awakening—
whoever has ears to hear, listen.
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