The seeds are sown and await the judgement of circumstance
The soil, the birds, the weeds will all have a say
The weather will be what it will
The sower sows the seeds but the Creator makes them grow
It is out of his hands now
Words, his seeds were sown into new and unknown soil
There are no guarantees, the seed must die, no strings attached
The illusions of yesterday and tomorrow call like Sirens toward the rocks of stagnation
Don’t become stranded there perishing, thinking, wishing, wasting
Action, risk, Being is required
To utterly fail is a success and is no shame, it is shame’s illusion that binds and enchants and seduces calling the soul towards slumber
Cast into Now, that space between the ticks of time, let go, no clinging
Risk the loss of a seed in hand for a hundredfold return
Open the hand to give, empty it of the old so there is space for the new
A new garden is needed, the old no longer sustains
It has become dry, worn, and overused
Take the best seeds and cast them into the unknown
Do not shrink or draw back in the face of it
Speak your words boldly, sow them with generosity and care
Fret not about the ones which do not sprout, let them go
Look only for the ones which do, attend and care for those
Waste not yourself on what is Not
In the end your task is only to sow
Intention and creativity are yours
It’s the Creator’s grace though that shapes what will be, in accordance with the true desires of your heart
And remember that even the seeds are not your own, they are gifts too, why would you horde what was intended to be given away
Stir up those gifts, bring them into the light, sow them freely
Give them away so that you may receive back the bounty of the One who is the giver of the seeds
I came and read this last evening. But this is not a place to just come and listen half heartedly, nay, it is a place to come and reflect upon the gift given.
This, from you:
“The illusions of yesterday and tomorrow call like Sirens toward the rocks of stagnation
Don’t become stranded there perishing, thinking, wishing, wasting
Action, risk, Being is required”
Exquisite and so honest. One of so many nuggets within.
We, who read, are lucky enough to catch a glimpse of an inner path walked with humility. It is a lesson we all could and should heed.
I always feel blessed to read and hear your words.
Thank you for this gift!
You are so gracious to me. I am beginning to get clarity about what my intention has been in writng I think. I spent many years in the worlds of theology and philosophy and psychology etc. The discourse of them are generally in broad statements of “truth” but many times are disconnect from the how to part. To describe the process of a seed growing from germination can readily be achieved in an objective fashion. But observing my own process of growth decline growth requires attention to delails that objectivity can never percieve. To say that sap rises and falls seasonally is true. But to attend to its rise and fall within my own trunk and branches is the attempt to know the thing for itself. To know about the process is where I have been. Now I need to know beyond “about”
You allow me to be gracious to you. You accept my gratitude, and perhaps in accepting, a new layer is discovered. As you begin to get clarity about what your intention has been in writing, I see more clearly what my intention has been about reading… symbiosis – unintentional, but none the less there. But that is the ecology of life.
This is what I have been trying to express: “to attend to its rise and fall within my own trunk and branches is the attempt to know the thing for itself. To know about the process is where I have been. Now I need to know beyond “about” ”
Right there in that line, is the actual unfolding. I read, and when I go and sit with it, I seek to immerse myself in that very aspect of myself… my own blossoming, decaying, renewing.
Just thinking out loud.
Kiss. No words
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I love this. I found myself resting in each line, savoring it. I like what calensariel said about it being a tutorial in letting go and letting God.
Thank you for being here and for taking your time to give me the gift of your thoughful comment.
This is absolutely beautiful. It feels like a tutorial on letting go and letting God. I especially love “that space between the ticks of time.” That space fascinates me for some reason. I think that’s where we learn the most important lessons in our lives. There isn’t a sense of that either/or or both here. This is a poem of surrender, yet filled with the confidence that your words are trustworthy.
Gorgeous… Can’t wait for you to get home and record it.
🙂 an outward movement to balance the inward stuff. Taking action in response to the inner urgings. Not just thinking or dreaming or wishing. But not getting caught up in ego which is a rush that takes one too close to the sun.
And you are being very courageous stepping out and acting on the desires of your heart. May your waxed wings carry you to just the right height from which to soar! <3