2024-08-14-1

You can count the seeds within an orange bright,

Tiny vessels of promise, bursting with light.

Each one holds a future, a life yet to bloom,

A whisper of potential, dispelling all gloom.

But to grasp the essence of the Divine’s flow,

To truly understand, you must let wisdom grow.

For it's not just the seeds, or the fruit that you see,

It’s the vastness of oranges in one seed's decree.

In that single seed lies the universe ripe,

A cosmos of intricacies, beyond any type.

Count the oranges, the worlds, the dreams that unite,

A tapestry woven in the heart of the night.

Agni ignites within, a flame that reveals,

The depth of creation, where eternity kneels.

From singular moments, the infinite springs,

In the heart of the humble, the sacred heart sings.

So, as you count seeds, know there's more to the song,

The dance of connection, where all beings belong.

In each small beginning, the grand story waits,

To fathom the Divine, unlock all the gates.

Look beyond the surface, where true insight lies,

In the simple and complex, the truth never dies.

For understanding of God is both seed and the tree,

Counting all oranges in one seed’s clarity.

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