Some seeds
come alive
only in soil.
Some seeds
come alive
only in minds.
Some seeds
come alive
only in hearts.
Mustard
for the ground.
Wisdom
for the mind.
Compassion
for the heart.
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- I grew up in Christian fundamentalism, went to hell, came back, became a Presbyterian then a Buddhist Presbyterian, and now I'm a profane Presbyterian Zen Taoist -- not that I'm into labels or anything. Here's what I've learned so far: The more you know, the more you know you don't know.
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Unless a seed dies and is buried it bears no fruit.
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