Seed

        Unless a grain of wheat
         falls into the earth and dies,
         it remains just a single grain;
         but if it dies, it bears much fruit.
                  —John 12.24
               

I let my
self
go

in the soil
of you

I entrust myself
to the spring
of you

I let the
you
of me
break the husk
of the me of me

and life comes forth

I let my
self
spill out

This dying
is birthing

seed of me
buried
bearing fruit
of you

 

   —March 13, 2018