PATIENCE
Much of culture runs at a frantic
and flawed pace
Always rushed and always hurried
distorting the organic rhythms of life in the race.
But all true things take their own time -
you cannot rush a baby out of the womb
you cannot force a butterfly from the cocoon
and every seed waits for its season to bloom.
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pOEM BY MEGAN KING
PATIENCE
Much of culture runs at a frantic and flawed pace
Always rushed and always hurried
distorting the organic rhythms of life in the race.
But all true things take their own time -
you cannot rush a baby out of the womb
you cannot force a butterfly from the cocoon
and every seed waits for its season to bloom.
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pOEM BY MEGAN KING