Dandelion Soul

I think
I have
A dandelion soul:
When the winds blow
As they always do,
My seeds are sown
Across miles.
And all of the delusions and doctorates in the world
Can't catch them in their outstretched nets.
Then I stand naked,
Exposed to the world,
In all my pain and loneliness and beauty.
But I don't break.
My tao takes me towards the grass;
I lean and hear it whisper.
"Listen," it breathes, "Listen."

The End

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