It seems to me

Who knows what fate may bring
One day your loss may be your fortune
One day your fortune may be your loss
Tao 42

Things
Are not always as they seem
The calm waters, stilled from no wind
Contain millions of teeming things
Whole worlds live and die without our knowing

Even in winter, quiet roots are growing
Though the coming spring's bounty is months away
The cold, dark days of winter cannot thwart their plans

The harsh winter winds cannot stop
The flower's sleepy intention
To kiss us with its young, Spring beauty

dg

8/25

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