and waters the tomatoes, chilies and carrots.
The earth laughs at our follies and
gives birth to more plants the next day.
Only the mind has names for everything.
...The earth does not say this is rose or that is weed.
Cyborea, Judas mother never called her son a weed
She called him sweet, tender breath.
Watch the mind that bribes you for separation
and bow down to the snails on your sidewalk.
the moment you rise up, you cannot be
the same person again.
To my dear friend B.M.Dejene
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