A dandelion soul:
When the winds blow
As they always do,
My seeds are sown
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."