Seed the MasterA Poem by Kyle BuserGrasp not
A seed in the breeze does not prefer this way or that,
Therefore it does not strive to go one way or the other. To and fro it will dance on the ebb and flow, High and low but it does not come nor go. The seed does not act with attached intent, its will is done by having none. Its purpose is fulfilled spontaneously and without effort,
The seed is truly a master. © 2012 Kyle BuserReviews
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