Words are like seeds, and we are all farmers. Be conscious of what you plant in another person’s heart.


Stream of Consciousness

Imagine the thoughts of your mind

as a stream,

flowing ahead and trailing behind,

like a dream.


All those you pass by

must enter its wake —

say none remain dry,

just for argument’s sake.


Now waded through,

reflecting back from their shore,

would many or few

emerge changed by the chore?