The Seed

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were I a seed
I would trust the wind
And surrender to its gusts

I would land in a garden
or by a train track
or in a meadow
or by the sea
or in a sidewalk crack

I would have the opportunity to grow
and thrive
and be beautiful
and unique
and notice my essence

the essence of the seed that I am
trusts the way
and surrenders to what may be

Through a Dog’s Eyes

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what is it about a dog’s eyes

that can guide us to a better decision

inspire a fresh, light look at trouble

teach us about love?

what is it about my eyes that allows me to see all that?

Pastels

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pastel skies in winter

confuse my senses

redirect my instincts

the wolf recedes

I venture out

instead of sleeping, I dance

instead of remembering Ecclesiastes 3:2, I uproot what I have yet to plant

learning and pastel skies have a place in winter