Empty Seeds
From shells of emptiness they come.
No one knows how they appear.
In the gardening books, lots of writing.
In the dark empty seed -
only one sound,
a word not found on any shelf.
We observe that nothingness,
watch it create gardens and forests.
Knowing little,
we talk much
of the giant Sequoia.
Some break out and scatter
the empty Redwood seeds,
reverently they plant them
in more strata’s of nothingness.
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