The Tower of MORE.
Like Jack’s beanstalk. One little seed falls to earth.
Takes hold, digs in.
One unsuspecting nugget.
Determined to grow.
Grows.
Watered with wonderings.
Bathed in any kind of light.
Yes that’s right I said ANY kind of light.
The sprout doesn’t care about particulars.
It’s very focused.
Focused.
And.
Hungry.
Focused and Hungry and Willing.
To be the vine that grows up to sky without help from fences.
It doesn’t care about greedy boys crawling on it.
Or dull giants tumbling down.
Again.
It doesn’t care about particulars.
Only one word:
MORE.
MORE than it was? Certainly. MORE than is safe? Probably. MORE than enough? Definitely.
And what will it find?
That one seed that took hold and dug in?
That one seed with oversized leaves boldly unfurling?
Unfurling in bursts of growing.
Growing in bursts of breaking through ground.
Grounded in moving while standing still.
Unstoppable.
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more indeed. wow. i felt my wallet getting light just reading that. some insatiable pull from some tiny seedling that finally sapped my last full measure in its green girth of plenary want.
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Jg.
nice yourself buddy.
ReplyDeletenow...off to look up the word "Plenary"
hmn
thanks.
unfortunately, vocab acquired from two degrees in law routinely work their way onto the page ... ugh.
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