We plant the seed

   but the harvest is not ours,

A speck of soil in our eyes,

   in our lives,

   in our time spent on the soil.

A speck of time in the eye of created time,

we plant the seed.


We weep for the soil,

   so to the soil our speck returns,

   our bodies return,

   all bodies return.

We do not save our soil,

   so to the river our speck of soil goes,

   to the ocean where it weeps for us.

Sustenance for a future harvest that is not our own,

we plant the seed.

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