Mustard Seed

E.J. Waling

Mustard 
seed.
Small.
Minute.
Infinitesimal.
Against
infinity.
Don Quixote
struggle.
Humanity
on a
negligible
scale.
Yet,
like a
mustard
seed grows.
From a
diminutive
place
expands.
Exponential.
Mental,
intelligence.
Rockets up.
Expanding.
Nonstop!
Filling
infinite
voids.
Intelligence
ubiquity.
Infinite
mind
from a
mustard
seed
grows.

  • Author: E.J. Waling (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 8th, 2024 14:59
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Cassie58

    Love the idea that out of something so small, something much larger awaits. Reminds me of the mighty oak, from an acorn grown. I also thought if time passing and patience.

    • E.J. Waling

      Hi Cassie,
      Thank you for reading.
      John

    • Goldfinch60

      True words John, it only takes a Tiny seed to produce so much joy and harmony.

      Andy

      • E.J. Waling

        Thanks for reading Andy

      • orchidee

        I planted one. Now I got a tree in me house.
        Doh! Plant it outside Orchi! lol.

        • E.J. Waling

          đŸ˜‚ thanks for reading…



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