Seed

Hold this seed in your hand
its durable wisdom
knowing all it does

how to wait
how to endure
how to become

how to accept confining soil
winter’s abandonment
cruelty of all darkness.

Night and day
cold and thaw relentless
promising withholding.

In grip of ice or fire
time digestion and
whatever may be called suffering

nevertheless
holding within
its bare moment

(hold it in your hand
your mind
the deep soil of your Being)

what it has been given
furled infinite
irrepressible

a word    a world    a blessing
already
here

waiting

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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net