Dear Reader;

Listen and watch, not to understand with the mind, but to feel with the cells of the body.

THE GATHERING

Under the soil

the earth is calling

calling to the seeds 

who sleep

asters, poppies

each will grow in time

can you not feel them

each will one day be queen 

and the beauty is

they know it not, 

and no one is Lord 

over the other

Children play, 

do not waken

for dreams are truth

divine

The ancient lives 

in the broken seed

In your childhood

know that 

you are no better than

the seed

fallen in liberty 

as the wild goose calls

hoarse with joy

We were taught

to question 

yet

Ask your mother only one thing 

How do I love myself

when I know my

words alone have failed?

Like a

frozen flower

waits

until we know that

for each in turn

once born perfect

once perfect

once grown

perfect to all the

world 

And blind faith is the key 

blind

and I will hold,

only blind 

I can still gather you in my arms

and the knowing is in each stick

each leaf

brown and shrivelled

so beautiful

You are forever my children 

as the seed

as the seed forever

bursts in my arms

The Gathering.

You forgive me? 

asks God with a smile

There are whole civilizations 

who cannot

and to them

I say 

be as this child

her arms full of sticks

whispering

madness

Lie under 

the snow blanket

and wait 

the promise is made

your turn will come

Out of the dark

and frozen ground

Believe only in

the seed                                          

much love, Adi

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