Every Seed has the potential
some seeds are grown, some seeds are thrown
Every thought has the potential
some thoughts are Sown, some thoughts are blown
Every act has the potential
some acts diminish, some acts flourish
The seed that is sown has the thought to be grown and the act to be glown
In the thought of seed is the act to flourish and in the act to flourish is the birth of the seed
For the seed without soil and the soil without seed is the thought without an act and an act without a thought.
The seed is not a weed to fill my need but the seed is a deed to the one in need.
For the seed and deed are indeed in need and not in greed
The seed is a bead of love indeed to bead the love of the deed.
To know the seed, to sow the seed is to know the thought, my thought.
For in the very seed lies all of the life of the tree
A tree that is free from the seed and yet bears a seed that has all of itself within the seed
So is in every thought and in the very thought, is the life of the thought of myself
A thought full of experiences, a thought full of memories and a thought full of thought
For in the thought that is full, has no thought to think of, like the seed that is full bears no leaves to see
And yet all of the roots & fruits lie within the seed and so are the acts of my thoughts to the thoughts of my acts.
So let me not be a dot in the thought or a drought of the thought
And maybe the thought as the act and the act as the thought with no knot
For in my thought is my tree that is free
To be Free of a thought and the very thought