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