The day you plant the seed Is not the day the seed grows The month after you plant the seed Is not the day the fruit shows It isn't until many years later That seed turns to tree And tree bears its fruit Which will never happen of course If you fail to help that seed Firmly take root Water, soil, sun Energy, attention, love This is the way to fruition Any attempt to manipulate Nature's already perfect pace Is to misunderstand the mission Forcing fruit from seed Removing essentials for growth Is to put Mother herself, arrogantly underneath Bring yourself down To the level of your seeds And commit to the process of helping them breathe Otherwise why go through the trouble Of rushing, yelling, planning And doing the extreme When all of that rash action Forces holes into gravesites Rather than the foundation of dreams.
Helping busy people do inner work.