Fallow Field
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Our minds are like the fallow field
Overgrown when left on their own
The truth of ourselves unrevealed
In all the brambles time has grown
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The lesser die, the greater thrive
In the potpourri of our minds
Weeds and flowers are both alive
One is just much easier to find
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Farmers with plows each season
Turn under the rooted earth
New, rich soil is the very reason
The field has inherent worth
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Change is how we find the good
With the coming of each new spring
If we plant the seeds we should
The yield can be inspiring
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So, tend your field, steward well
Nothing grows when left untilled
Change is where new thoughts dwell
And fallow dreams left unfulfilled
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great life advice, beautifully put
Thank you, Beth!
In a most artistic manner, my brother, you have proffered valuable advice.
Thank you, Francisco!
Youβre very welcome my brother!
You are so right! Now, could you give advice on how to make it easy to do?
Sometimes there just is no ‘easy’ to be had. Love you, sis!
what a wonderfully inspirational poem. perfect for the new year!
Thank you, Jim! Happy 2022 to you and yours!
and same to you, Brad!
I think this is the perfect approach. One of the things I try to pay attention to as I age is to treat my body well through exercise while also keeping my mind active, engaged, and learning.
Thank you, Pete! I think you have hit on a perfect formula for staying fit in mind, body, and spirit.
Not fair that weeds grow when untilled!
It is all they know how to do. A weed has got to be a weed. Thanks, Geoff!
How meaningful! π»
You are too kind! π
Beautifully said!
Thank you, pretty lady!
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