Between the Dark and the Light
I feel the pull toward the light
To sway in the breeze
To bask in the sunshine
To unfold and reveal the singular colors of me
And I will
I will flower and fruit again and again
Seeds will multiply and fall
On paths
In the brambles
Some in shallow rocky soil
Some will find a way to the good earth
To produce 30, 60,100 fold
But before. . .
Is the time of darkness. Isolation. Unknowing
It is primary, most profound, Transformation, Conversion
Preparation in the dark for life in the light
Only plastic people and flowers have no roots
So little ones, do not doubt the darkness
Rest, be still, surrender to the seed-time
Trust the Creator
There is always death which proceeds new life
Break open
Put down roots
Send up secret shoots
You were made to live between the darkness and the light
This one is going into my poetry journal for you. 😀 Loved it!!! But what happens if you get root bound???
You are in a pot that’s too small
Well duh, goofus. 😉 I just did a post about that. Was hoping your imagination was a bit more fertile than that. LOL. Not at a point in my life where I can easily change pots! Perhaps SOME pot might be an option. 😀 😉
Perhaps the roots can find a way out of the pot or perhaps the pot is a conditioned and programmed illusion. My hippie friends might recommend one pot to get you out of the other
I never had the pleasure of trying it in high school, though I sure learned what it smelled like!!! 😀
I sure needed to hear this today 🙂
It is a sweet blessing to me that a Soul of your sensitivity and talent appreciates my creative attempts. Thank you for taking the time to respond. Blessings.