Seeds

Perhaps this try at posting a poem can be sorted by a little introduction…since my posts also appear on the front page, scrambled. So, how will this appear?…I think some punctuation might help the scramble?

 

Tender, forceful with life,

Seed heads push through the dark soil holding them down,

Up to light and life.

 

So too,

Our good seeds, unnamed, but yearning for

luminous

numinous

fields of eternity

Our good seeds are often held down by our own darkness and dross

 

Would they push through

Would they touch the hidden light, their own self

How radiantly joyful would we be

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