we create our worlds piece by piece,
act by act, word by word, thought by thought.
fate dictates the station of our birth.
we create the rest over time.
we carry in our souls the seeds of beauty;
our lives are meant to grow these seeds.
a seed tossed into a dung pile
can flourish, even thrive.
just so, seeds of beauty can grow,
flourish, and thrive in the suffering of life.
nurture the saplings that sprout from these seeds,
growing up through the dung and suffering of life.