It only has to start as a little seed
hidden within
Mixed with a quiet rain and a
small amount of sun
Being present to its shine
listening deeply
Within the ground where worms
work tunnels dug
All to bring air and life from deep
within the walls
If that were too rigid nothing can
grow, no air or nourishment
Nothing to encourage the roots
to hold and take
Abide and listen to the still small
voice and throw
Down the walls inhibiting loves
rough movement in sorrow
Allow the diverse world to teem
airing out the old
Making tunnels for the new fresh
air of life, Spirit move
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