Meditation on Acorns

Meditation on acorns

Do not stop the meditation

or the expression of it.


A thought becomes a poem

and a poem becomes a narrative

A narrative will become a history


In a town where people love each other

and build their home towns


Once upon a time

there lived some acorns….


Later birds and squirrels come to eat the small acorns

children and elderly ones come to sit under the trees

It all started with meditation

that someone had in a calm morning.

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