by Zen Gardner - Feb 10, 2015
by Zen Gardner
“You can’t grow here, you can’t grow there”
Said the dry boned crusty old man.
“There’s no use in planting, the weeds are a panting
To eat anything that you might plan.”
“But wait” said the youngster, anxious to plant.
“There’re crops that will surely be glad.
I know that the earth can replenish itself
And a better world can be had.”
“Naa” said the crusty guy, full of his swill
“If the weeds don’t get ya the government will.
There’s no use in planting, we’ve tried it before
The enemy’s waiting to pound down your door.”
“No use in trying? But everything’s dying!”
Said the upstart hungry for more.
“Where is your faith in life and in living?
Are you cynical down to the core?”
“I’m just realistic, it’s all in statistics
It don’t pay to hunger for more.”
The wonderer listened, his eyes start to glisten
“You gave up. You’re tired and sore.”
“No way, you upstart, I’m tried in the fire.
I’ve learned what you can and can’t do.
To think that a world can be born out of weeds
Is fantasy, and it’s time that you knew!”
“Funny you said that” the upstart retorts
“It’s clear you have lost all the dreams
Our elders have shared, generations have dared
To realize – all’s not as it seems.
“What is your issue? Do you need a tissue?
Your bleeding heart’s blind it so seems.
You haven’t been near to see all that’s been here
We’re doomed, so give up your dreams!”
The pioneer grinned as he looked at his shins
Grimy with dirt from the earth.
“If you only knew, or could see what I do
You’d be planting, and give up your dearth.”
“The soil is rich, the plants are alive
All that it takes is some sweet, simple gardening.
With patience and love and kind gentle care
The planting will soon start its flourishing.”
“Naa” said the stick in the mud of denial
“You can’t possibly make any change.
The air is polluted, the world convoluted
This is destined to be a dead range.”
“Funny you said that” said the bright hopeful soul
“I thought your religion was dead.
It seems you have found a new way around
By believing all you have read.”
“You are simply your actions, your mind reinforcing
The words that you want to believe.
You follow the discourse without any recourse
Enforcing the things you perceive.
“Yeah, it is bad, so very sad…”
As his breath he slowly withdrew
“Times are a changing, all’s rearranging
It won’t be the world that we knew!”
The old guy just pondered, shuffled and wandered
Thinking what strange boy just said.
“Harrump” came his reflect, nothing to deflect
As he thought on the words of the kid.
“I know cuz I know that things are real bad
There’s no reason for you to be glad.
Get out and scream that things aren’t as they seem
And forget all this planting; you’ve been had!”
Another grin showed, as the upstart was bowed
Recognizing the old guy was set.
“I appreciate that, and I know where you’re at
But planting I know’s the best bet.”
“Sowing seeds may seem strange in a world so deranged
And the program you were led to surmise
But stand back and see, give it space, let it free
And see the awakening rise.”
Thanks to Zen at: http://www.zengardner.com