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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448498" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Human Seeds</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She didn't have the best mind in the class<br>she knew that; <br>nor the prettiest face.<br>She couldn't play the clown-make people laugh<br>and she was not the one to understate<br>thoughts and feelings<br>on specific things.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She moved among her contemporaries<br>unseen, untouched<br>not noticed <br>nor scorned<br>but not given either<br>much respect.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She didn't dance-<br>too much exposure there-<br>and her body often betrayed<br>her lack of balance<br>and too<br>she didn't much think<br>of body parts as<br>internal expressions.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At least not her's.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So she circled her Being<br>around one friend and her books; <br>the one friend who shared her predicament.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the two would associate, rather than talk, <br>hung together on lunch-time walks<br>each having someone who<br>could navigate that long mile <br>from lunch room table<br>to lunch room door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Two shadows close enough<br>each concealing the other, <br>therefore, together they were shadowless.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Til one day she read in one of her books<br>that Shadow Beings have an<br>opportunity<br>to make of themselves new things, <br>because they are not filled up yet with superficials.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Empty vessels tho they might be<br>they too<br>can choose what ingredients<br>will make up their life-soup<br>instead of already in their teens<br>having been already filled with gruel mean.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So taken that way<br>she thought<br>I am a Human Seed<br>awaiting still<br>My Blossoming.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And that was her<br>first<br>Awakening.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lonnie+Hicks">Lonnie Hicks</a><div class=q>
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she knew that; 
nor the prettiest face.
She couldn't play the clown-make people laugh
and she was not the one to understate
thoughts and feelings
on specific things.

She moved among her contemporaries
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