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Foolish Things

As
I….
Water Lily with
Rain and Sunshine
In hopes that she will grow

I watch her in her youth
For wisdom she does not know

She spites my hand
And neglects my knowledge
She is not in search of truth

She spits words of defiance
To my nurturing
And vomits out foolish things

She sputters in her growth
For she is not willing to “open”
Her pathway to enlightenment

I
Try
To
Instill
In the Water Lily
Metaphors of survival
And a vernacular feast
Of "spiritual" food
But she refuses to eat
From the tree of life

Rather she prefers
To wither and die

Like the foolish
Flower she is.........

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