Oh poverty,
Deep emptiness
earth fallow and
furrowed brow
in waiting...
Been waiting
what seems a long time
but is a mere inkling
and twinkling in the eye
of the Creator.
What better source avails
the quietened soul
seated in such poverty?
The seed is so hidden
it exists only in
the dimension of Mystery.
In unfathomable depths
does it quicken--
such depths as only tears
may reach to water.
Seed, earth, seed
are one and same
beyond entanglement.
Whence comes Life?
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