Meditation on acorns
Do not stop the meditation
or the expression of it.
A thought becomes a poem
and a poem becomes a narrative
A narrative will become a history
In a town where people love each other
and build their home towns
Once upon a time
there lived some acorns….
Later birds and squirrels come to eat the small acorns
children and elderly ones come to sit under the trees
It all started with meditation
that someone had in a calm morning.