A Message for SLORC

[wtongue@xxxxxxxxxxxxx]

To those foolish enough to believe they can remake reality in their own 
image, I offer this poem:


             "The Flowers"

             By Wrightson Tongue



             One seed grows 
                a hundred flowers.
             One flower makes
                a thousand seeds.

             Say to the seed,
                "Do not grow."
             Tell the flower,
                "Do not bloom."

             The wind which scatters,
             The earth which shelters,
             The rain which waters,
             The Sun which warms,
                None of them listen.

             The sound returns 
                to earth.
             The wind plants,
             The rain opens,
             The sun draws up,
             And that which would forbid
                Blossoms in the garden.