If spring arrives without rain,
would the root and leaf open?
Seed that has not rotted
or satisfied hunger,
become buried too deep
or fallen on stone,
may reply, in its own season. And so,
in your own way, rise up and walk.
Keeping your heart tender,
within reason.
Poem copyright 2015 by Jnana Hodson
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