“The wound is the place where the Light enters you.” ~ Rumi
🌱 Seed of Me
I lie beneath the surface,
dreaming of a shared life
that has never yet found breath.
I am covered.
In need to be discovered,
uncovered, laid bare –
to breathe,
to be lifted to the sky.
But here I am,
nestled between the unknown dark soil,
wondering –
when will my time come…
to sprout,
to rise,
to bloom?
To be seen for me
in all my beautiful glory?
While I wait for presence and warmth,
the seed in me cannot deny the fear:
Who am I, when I finally bloom?
What is me all about?
The sun looks down upon me.
Her rays warm my surface,
pushing deeper,
hearing my plea,
reminding me –
something is in the making.
She promises
to meet me halfway.
But the seed is cautious:
Do not make promises you cannot keep.
I need that certainty –
that I am here
to be met.
For what I am –
a missing part,
that needs nourishment.
And courage
to continue on this pilgrimage.
The sun answers, gently:
I will not promise
what I cannot keep.
I cannot tell you
when the blooming will come –
only that I will be here,
warming the soil,
day after day.
I see you.
Even beneath the earth,
I feel your shape,
your longing,
your quiet strength.
You are not forgotten.
You are not alone.
Grow in your own time.
I will wait.
And when you rise –
not perfect,
but true –
I will be here
to meet you in your becoming.
DD
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Kashmir
Beautiful!