March 17

Let the ground underneath you turn. Don’t upset
your Self for being spurned by space, being moored
to mud. Don’t be concerned with birds or misconstrue

stars as the stern grimace of God. Far
off questions earn you nothing. The trough
and the tree give great returns. So stand
well, discern fine spice by smell.

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