From reading the Tao te Ching, #51:

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I’m buried in dirt
Tao is my gardener
Wearing a broad-brimmed straw hat
To block a baking sun

Tao grew the sun
From the same nothing dirt
Surrounding me

My sprout self springs
I’ll soon bring blooms
From nothing I do
But wait
For water

editors note:

A Laozi excuse to slow your roll & grow with the flow… ~ Johnny O

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