a seed is buried deep in earth on the surface of the soil there is no movement, no sign of potential — of the miracle that is hidden
one year, two years, three years, four — the untrained eye is forever impatient and imprecise it cannot see, cannot sense, cannot calculate the spell that sends its roots downward and side to side until all is ready
in the seventh year, the bamboo shows itself small — breaking into view the foundation has been laid and now what is left is to watch the plant springs up day-by-day until it towers over all
patient is the seed patient is the soil patient are the roots
