Dumb Seed

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Dumb Seed

Sonnet

My days trace the orbits of other suns,
Nights prepare new births to commence.
Helpless the heap of common hours fall,
No obstruction can make the progress stall.

Tied to drab earth I tread its heavy soil,
An immense will makes the physical toil.
I have compelled muse of mountain tops
To visit the dwelling of my daily thoughts.

My heart ever grows patient and wide,
It reaches for the beyond in every sight.
My feeling and thought and will collude
To forge a tapas to gain divine altitude.

Who knew such magic exists in mortality,
As from dumb seed issues a glorious tree!