In Circled Secrets the Sower Sows his Seed . . .

Aligned in Rows

Aligned in rows the seeds were sown

In cryptic lines of fallow furls of earth

And only those that grew in dark

Found life in death and from the earth

Rose in words of living light in rows of flesh

And flourished there---

All those whose words were not their own---

Until in time they fell--- the full head of wheat

And worked a rising thing--- of life complete

In circled secrets the sower sows his seed

Aligned in rows in ever deepening lines of sight

In fallow furls of earth in cycled turns of life and death 

   

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