Grow Yourself Like A Seed

Beside the garden gate
Do not wait.
Carry yourself heavy and light
Unto the ‘soiled’ field to die
Unless a wheat grain dies
It falls to waste.

Suffer to carry the hoe
Offer to hurry and sow
On a field that you must know
Earth where you’re sure to grow

Scatter caution
Land from the fall
Unto mud rich even if small
Decide, leave what’s alive in the furrow
Today’s a good season,
the rain may forsake tomorrow

Today is the ripe time
Throw yourself like a seed;
careless if you may
What matters is where you fall
That’s all.

Grow yourself like a seed

And you may one day gather.

Leonell