Tuesday, April 9, 2013


In glowing sparkles, gently being,
Without a purpose or a plan,
A tiny crystal of light rises
Towards an unknown destination.
Upward, further, beyond,
With pure impossible faith,
Inspiration without aspiration:
A drop of water set on the top of a seed pod,
is thrush forth as it opens.

And now it splashes into the root below,
Water droplet and plant blend,
Moisture is absorbed by a hungry shoot,
A singular hint of green emerges from the pod -
Tasting, believing, all it dreamed
While still sealed inside.

This first sip of living energy
Sends the plant out
Above the ground, beyond the stillness,
Into a world entirely new.

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