Local Seed

Local Seed

Without you their is no joy in either worlds
No Fire, No Wonder

I often listen to the centre of my chest
And I hear much conversation their
Though lips do not move

You scatter compassion over me without asked
The pleasure of my eyesight
No likeness of you has ever appeared in the East or the West

Be lavish with the wine not made of grapes
Poured into glasses finer than a thin crystal

Help me walk out of my self-hood, my tired existence

You are the sun and the moon, all sustenance
Father and Mother, my only likeness,
Eternally manifested, refuge in-need

Six, leave your learning and culture
A civilization lives inside that being drawn

Listen, the best Seed comes from the Local
Though I would have known the taste of your soul
Had I never been in the Local of your presence

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