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: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 8th, 2024 14:59
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 6
Comments3
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.
Hi Cassie,
Thank you for reading.
John
True words John, it only takes a Tiny seed to produce so much joy and harmony.
Andy
Thanks for reading Andy
I planted one. Now I got a tree in me house.
Doh! Plant it outside Orchi! lol.
đŸ˜‚ thanks for reading…
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