16 of 81, Poems from the Tao, Spoken Word by Pryde Foltz

https://3speak.tv/watch?v=prydefoltz/gsstecpa 16 of 81 Quiet your thoughts Free from the tremors That disturb the soil You’ll discover the seed From which all grows Roots, shoots, and leaves There is no separation Even a severed limb Grows again in the same soil Comes from the same seed Entwines with established roots The kindest grandmother knows Nothing is lost when she waters The garden of another When winter comes You will return to soil Knowing spring follows winter Birth follows death