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Quiet your thoughts
Free from the tremors
That disturb the soil
You’ll discover the seed
From which all grows
Roots, shoots, and leaves
There is no separation
Even a severed limb
Grows again in the same soil
Comes from the same seed
Entwines with established roots
The kindest grandmother knows
Nothing is lost when she waters
The garden of another
When winter comes
You will return to soil
Knowing spring follows winter
Birth follows death
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Very thought provoking. We are all born with death as a certainty, and our children carry on our legacy. I like the analogy of the kind grandmother, because when we help others we are making the world a better place. As one closer to the end of the line than the beginning, you question things more deeply.
Very well done, I love your poems!
Thank you ... the kind grand parent is an analogy that has been in taoist philosophy for a very long time. But I resonate with the idea of a good life being akin to tending a garden; I believe Epicurus said as much as well.
And this gives me some hope.
Are you a fan of Star Wars?
Oh! Yes! I used to collect all the DVDs! But I couldn’t quite follow the last few stories.