waiting to be born

every seed is a longing

                     Kahlil Gibran, Sand and Foam

 

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the snow still covers the ground

the earth is still frozen, impenetrable

 

yet nestled deep are seeds

longing to be born

ready to awake and stretch toward the sunlight

 

and when the sun comes

and warms the ground

they will stir

and sprout

and blossom

 

somewhere in the fertile earth of our souls

there are seeds

planted there by the Beloved

 

they are nestled deep

longing to be born

 

hope, compassion

generosity, kindness,

forgiveness,

love

 

good seeds

they need only the water of the Spirit

and the warmth of Sacred Love

to awaken and blossom

and produce fruit

a 100 fold

 

how do we become penetrable earth?

how do we let love seep into our souls

to stir

that which is good, which is love

which is Sacred?

 

we descend

we let go of our ego, our arrogance, our power

we descend from our mind into our hearts

from our hearts into that absolute center

 

we breathe in Sacred

Yahweh

our breath the bridge, the link of love

 

we soften

or if we cannot soften

in repentance we crack

 

and Sacred trickles

into the good earth,

the hard earth

the rocky earth

 

to touch that sacred child

waiting to be born