The Seed Market



Can you find another market like this?


with your one rose

you can buy hundreds of rose gardens:



for one seed

you get a whole wilderness?


For one weak breath,

the divine wind?


You’ve been fearful

Of being absorbed in the ground,

or drawn up by the air.


Now, your waterbead lets go

and drops into the ocean,

where it came from.


It no longer has the form it had,

but it’s still water.

The essence is the same.


This giving up in not a repenting.

It’s a deep honouring of yourself.


When the ocean comes to you as a lover.

marry, at once, quickly,

for God’s sake.


Don’t postpone it!

Existence has no better gift.


No amount of searching

will find this.


A perfect falcon, for no reason,

has landed on your shoulder,

and become yours.


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