We are two clods of dirt, you and I,
appearing nearly as inert as rocks
with a secret.
We each embrace an eternal seed.
It has been softened by our tears of Joy and sorrow.
Now, it stirs and begins to sprout, root and branch.
Drinking our muddy substance, it grows.
Rooted beyond time, it consumes out limitations and prospers.
In due season it bears fruit
that ripens and yields to the touch.
the radiant tree of life.
In time our earthly identity is consumed,
what remains is so grand,
no one will care.
No one will care.
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