"Do not sow your seeds in the fallow ground,"
 you said, saddened by the ignorance and the neglect showered
on my whispered lyrics which i let float daily
in the immensity of this space,
where things are racing past, passing by at a rapid pace,
where the seeds once thrown are never to be seen
flowering and bearing  the fruit of the desire and leaves
 weakened, they die before time.
And yet I see flocks of swans
alighting daily, pausing awhile before they fly,
their wings touched by the soil , and a few of the seeds I sow,
fly with them to the unknown shores farthest into the hearts of the land
which I am not destined to see nor hear.
I am nothing but a bird or a butterfly
doing what i can and have to do
the only thing, the best I can do.

Oct. 22, 2015.

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