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I SEE THE SEEDS OF GREATNESS IN YOU

 

I see seeds of greatness in people all around.
When I stop, look, and listen, cues resound.
Sparks of inspiration catch the mind’s eye.
Behold an unexpected, wondrous surprise.
There are many testimonies of joy or pain.
Read on to learn about what I’m sharing and saying.

In the beat of each sacred pulse,
An orchestra of untold stories abound.
It’s like diamonds being mined
From coal compounds.
See why we, as dust,
Transform into the divine?
A kernel of hope yields bright, lush fruit
On a twisting, turning vine.

Try to nurture tender seedlings.
Treat them with utmost care.
They may dance in barren fields,
Unsupported and unaware.
We are experts in the rights of passage.
We know what to say during prayer.

A mind filled with dung, junk, or guided by jinns,
Can also struggle or triumph through losses and win.
A mind that is tormented by fate’s rare drought,
Seeks light in the darkness and plans a way out.

Lift those feeling degraded, played out, or downplayed,
While trying to evade a blocked dead end.
Shine a light on their humble contributions.
They work hard to pursue lofty dreams.
Known and unknown legends realized remarkable things.
God controls who rises and who has risen.

Thrive like plush gardens under a golden sun.
Value each other’s gifts, not their dysfunction.
Notice the quiet pioneer in the neighborhood senior,
Or the artist, builder, cook, writer, or healer.

A caged man sat behind cold steel bars.
Now, he is a leader who helps others become stars.
A woman once battered, abused, and bruised,
Now mentors other budding community jewels.

Unconditional love is distinct and clear.
It’s that perfect melody we crave to hear.
Every morning, noon, night, and beyond,
Love launches us into a renewed stratosphere.

Study the eyes of those we greet.
Don’t dismiss them for not
Fitting into the notions we keep.
Fake, trite, divisive, antiquated rubbish,
That traps us inside tribes, clans,
Clubs and norms, like a fetish.

Pre-requisites for acceptance
Must not bind our tongues.
We are stronger when
We stand united as one.

Seeing the seeds of excellence
In the people we meet,
Takes practice and patience.
I am sure you agree.

We are all cultivated and influenced by
A collective embedded creed
In this garden of abundance,
There are no ill-fated seeds.

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A word miner?

Searching for words in deep dark deep caves

Turning coal into diamonds

Exploring dolomite quarries

in writing fragments or waves

Searching for your unique rockface.

A word junky?

Scratching, scrambling, begging all-day

The streets and alleys of the mind crave

words that can state a foggy case

From a smoky joint barfed is

the best word cracked from slumber’s maze

Word-a-holic overdoses on craft.

A word collector?

Jotting down words that other’s mention

Collecting words from signs, books, magazines,

and Internet connections

Used words and phrases - your best bargain deals

Words clutter the journals;

few have any creative appeal.

A word crafter?

Creating novel words from ideas,

concepts, and slang – an artists at work

Weaving spellings and meanings together

like a quilter’s mosaic bursts

Abstract artist, cartoonist, sketcher,

Original works created by you first.

A word whisperer?

Natural bond with the words she speaks

Mysterious trickster with words,

born able to hear them breathe

Can wave them like a wand and cast enchanted spells

Words are the real black magic,

when the word whisperer shares tales.

A word catcher?

Put the feather in your cap

Harness the wind of every emotion

when the breeze under your wing flaps

The dreams you deem are real, come

to life with the stroke of a pen

You know the end, before the beginning

and your dreams are as real as Tao’s Zen.

A word dreamer?

Capture words heard deep in sleep

Waking up at 3:00 am. to ink the spins

Haunting R.E.M. – too good to let vanish

No memory graveyard can let them run

Tossing and turning – what does this dream mean?

Just write the words down, figure it out later if you can

Could be useful in the next scene you slam.

A word drifter?

Whatever the boat floats at any time and place.

Wherever the train stops – no plan, rhyme, reason, case

However, the plane flies, through rain, snow, sleet, hail.

Whoever you are at the moment,

you’ll take it and write from that rail.

Traveling without a vision or mission – constantly derailed.

A word gardener?

Planting the seeds in deep rich soil.

Nurturing it daily with nutrients, water, love.

Pruning it regularly, even speaking out loud.

Weeding it of and pruning brings out the best

In what is produced.

Your produce will make you proud.


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