John 12:24 New English Translation (NET Bible)

24 I tell you the solemn truth, unless a kernel of wheat falls into the ground and dies, it remains by itself alone. But if it dies, it produces much grain.

Landscape in words

At times the writing is like picking your nose

It will itch a lot but winds up with sneezing

The harder you try, the slower that it goes

Without inspiration, emptiness is pleasing

There is no way of forcing and framing words

It either flows like a river or dies in a pond

It has to spring up somewhere in one accord

Beyond understanding where treasures abound

It waits in the depths of persistence and sharing

Intellectual pursuit at times has to be forlorn 

as  life itself is far beyond existence and daring

and to grasp that brings reality to the front door

Jan Wienen