lay fallow, dear wanderer

lay fallow, dear wanderer,
producer of great things,

the field of resting

allowing
rain
to renew

nothing to produce,
nothing
to show,
nothing to boast about,
to save
your self image

simply nature
perfectly living,
earthworms fertilizing,
enriching,
nothing else to do,
rain brings  minerals,
perfect environment
for all the unseen
life
activating

continuous motion
unseen

we call it earth
and there's no such thing

it's a million microorganisms,
minerals,
vegetation,
seeds,
bones,
poop,
rocks,
clay,
seashells...
water
and  even those
are not
what they seem...

space

thought

laying fallow

nothing to produce

God is

nothing is
as it seems

allow f-allow
to
open
its gifts
before your eyes
right in your very hands!

computer made of oil from deep underground bedrock minerals to write to you now !!!! holy cow!  very holy cow!

every infinitesimal
speck
of life

no cell
of yourself
unreceived

stop doing...
and
notice

the fallow field

so rich
with life