Consider for a while,
deeper mind as agriculture:
garnered seeds at rightful time –
deeds as seeds –
surrendered to the wisdom of the earth
which contains the wisdom
of all other elements:
surrendered to the faith in nature,
hope of harvest;
in the meantime, nought to do
but pray and praise and cultivate
that inner earth; care
for next year’s seeding field;
repair the fences of discrimination; trim
the hedges, spinneys, copses,
where free nature of herself displays
so beautifully, that which is.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Another shining gem here Michael - - and a harvest of wisdom if ever there was one - - - thank you and best wishes from Fay.... (another harvester)