Poem -
Mustard Seed
MustardÂ
seed.
Small.
Minute.
Infinitesimal.
Against
infinity.
Don Quixote
struggle.
Humanity
on a
negligible
scale.
Yet,
like a
mustard
seed grows.
From a
diminutive
place
expands.
Exponential.
Mental,
intelligence.
Rockets up.
Expanding.
Nonstop!
Filling
infinite
voids.
Intelligence
ubiquity.
Infinite
mind
from a
mustard
seed
grows.
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Comments
Like this one John. There has to be some greater power behind it all...I mean how amazing that a seed grows or a baby grows. I have always wondered whether flower bulbs ( daffodils) that return every year produce a clone of the previous year or a completely new flower. x
Hi Marion
Whatever’s behind it I don’t believe humanity has the intellectual chops to understand. So we speculate.
Thank you for reading.
John
I agree...we are the bimbos of the cosmic society akin to animals in a zoo!! x
Powerful!!
Had to Pin this for future reference.
Great stuff JP.
Hi Wilford,
thank you for reading.
John