Syd the Yogini

Journal

Ideas Manifest

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A tree

stood still

hung heavy with fruit.

Planted long ago

a seed,

One thought read,

or maybe whispered

took root,

sprouted & spread

limbs that grew strong,

flowered & produced

the fresh fruits of ideas

in need of fertile soil

Began to drop

& roll down

knotted roots

float across deep waters.

Out of sight,

but not forgotten.

Buried underneath

sand & soil

seed by seed

they appeared.

In a different

space & time

Ideas Manifest

Syd Collierpoetry