A Seed & A Thought

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

Roots

Tree

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Thought, Knot & Not

A thought is only a thought with no act to the thought
But when a thought becomes an act, the act has its own thought to influence the thought and thus another act, another thought
For the act involves the others act of the others thought

With two acts creating two thoughts influencing the thought, creates a new act of the thought which I never thought I would act
May be such is the nature of the thought

I wonder if there is such a thought as a primordial thought, a fundamental thought
For the thought of the act and the thought from the act is the very act itself creating another thought, another act

I wonder where this thought comes from
Only to realize that the thought of the thought is another thought transforming the thought

With no thought to thought and the very thought to thought
I make up the thought
I wake up the thought
I rake up the thought
And I speak of the thought
For the thought of I and I of the thought to the thought has no thought to think of the thought

So I look not for the face
For the face is a trace of the mask of the eye
The eye that has dyed itself to another eye, another I, another thought

I Look not for the space of the thought nor the pace of the thought
For both the space and the pace is another thought hiding behind the thought

I Look not for the quality of the thought
For the quality has no equality and is only of a locality that makes up its own actuality but not the reality

Just like, seasons may come, seasons may go
reasons may come, reasons may go
For the season has no reason for treason to another season

Same way, thoughts may come, thoughts may go
For the thought that is sought, is the one that becomes a KNOT and a NOT

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