The Plants Who Teach Me All I Know
The plants, who teach me all I know,
have shown me it is part of life
to be frozen and formless
in the dark below.
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Dying, the thing that we most dread,
each year they readily embrace:
I bow to them, my friends the plants,
who shed their forms with such good grace.
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They give themselves to winter’s night,
and then, when all’s completely lost,
from dark and cold they rise again
and strive, strive, strive for the light.
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From ‘Soul Gardening’ by Jeremy Naydler
