I sow my internal landscape,
churning a rich, nutritious soil
for a long time hidden in the barren shadows
and raking any fossilized remains,
breathing life into dead, organic matter
and turning it back towards the light.
Now I plant the seeds,
some fertilized, pregnant and plump
others merely too immature for development,
a finger's length down into an amended compost
where with sweat and toil, with labor and love
an all-encompassing force will be pierced.
The due diligence and daily discipline
like the sun's unequivocal offering and the Earth's gentle help
a focused caring and an attentive watering
of passionate purpose and vulnerable surrender
in simultaneous pressure and release, with guidance and support
the divine acts of listening and responding give way
to sprouting seeds and growing sprouts
to thriving plants and planted trees
to the diving roots and an expansive canopy
under which, gently stepping back and trusting
that the universe will offer up
its glory
its sustenance
its bounty and beauty
this moment ~
now.
