A minuscule of thought is born;
Sometimes it's born with a thorn;
It grows and enlarges like a corn;
If I leave it unnoticed, it becomes a scorn;
It sails and nudges the healthy brain;
Inch by inch it pricks and pain;
All my effort was going in vain;
Those mini thoughts come again and again;
My conscience for organic thoughts rose above;
It sparkled my awareness and love;
The thorny molecules were covered in glove;
My conscience for organic thoughts rose above;
Sometimes life is sharp as a knife;
Living will not be a glory with epidemic rife;
Organic living is my way of life;
To love my life without any strife;
I had that moment, too, when organic thoughts that once merely prickled took over. When they did, I realized it was a return to ways we had in childhood, that I thought grocery and department stores were improving upon. How much harm that interlude did!
ReplyDeletemade me think of weeds and how difficult they are to eradicate. I agree organic is what keeps us healthy.
ReplyDeletelove this grow the organic way theme....
ReplyDeleteI love your thoughts on organic living.......especially like "My conscience for organic thoughts rose above."
ReplyDeleteOh those nagging thoughts in the middle of the night - i love the flow of this..very well written..
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