08.12.08 - 03:54pm
Songs with questions and songs with imperatives are always the most likely to capture my attention. Creedence Clearwater Revival wrote a song with a deceptively simple question. They ask:
Someone told me long ago,
There’s a calm before the storm,
I know, and it’s been comin’ for some time.
When it’s over so they say,
It’ll rain a sunny day,
I know, shinin’ down like water.
I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain
I wanna know, have you ever seen the rain
Comin’ down on a sunny day?
“Sure,” you might say, “I’ve seen the rain.” If you are more alert, you might say “Yes, I’ve seen it rain on sunny days.” If you are really alert, you might say, “Yes, those are the days when we see rainbows and silver linings.”
The questions is simple, the answer is varied.
I have a simple question too, do you really look at things?
A Look At Seeds

“I thank you for the seeds…Too old to plant trees for my own gratification, I shall do it for my posterity.”…Thomas Jefferson, 1822

What a strange thing is the propagation of life!
A bubble of seed which may be spilt in a whore’s lap,
or in the orgasm of a voluptuous dream,
might (for aught we know) have formed a Caesar or a Bonaparte
- there is nothing remarkable recorded of their sires,
that I know of. Lord Byron

“Though I do not believe that a plant will spring up where no seed has been,
I have great faith in a seed.
Convince me that you have a seed there,
and I am prepared to expect wonders.”
…Henry David Thoreau

“To see things in the seed, that is genius.” Lao Tzu

“The miracle of the seed and the soil is not available by affirmation;
it is only available by labor.” Jim Rohn

The ultimate wisdom which deals with beginnings,
remains locked in a seed. There it lies,
the simplest fact of the universe
and at the same time the one which calls faith
rather than reason.
Hal Borland

“Everyone who enjoys thinks that the principal thing to the tree is the fruit,
but in point of fact the principal thing to it is the seed.
– Herein lies the difference between them that create and them that enjoy.”
Friedrich Nietzsche

In the evenings
I scrape my fingernails clean,
hunt through old catalogues for new seed,
oil workboots and shears.
This garden is no metaphor –
more a task that swallows you into itself,
earth using, as always, everything it can.
- Jan Hirshfield, Remembering Voltaire

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