The farmer scatters seeds
Some bloom others do not
Those that fall on fertile ground do
Into shrubs that flower

The Masters speaks words of wisdom
These are seeds too
Should be received by a fertile mind
Then shall flower yet again
Flowering from within

Judgement

Judgement is a baby of the mind
A device that devises to divide
Yet again
Every division is a separation
Of You from your eternal self

When judgements dissolve
When this ‘ever thinking mind”
Stills
There is the Silence
Which is the Truth