Seeds

/ sallywhiteking

Bending low – I plant spinach seed while

The birds flutter at the feeder

Swaying the seed, spring-drunk

( aren’t we all?)

But what about the cosmic-seed planted

In our collective wombs,

That bright seed of love

That we are duty bound to cherish

And protect.

That’s the seed we want to acknowledge

Parent and Repeat.

3 thoughts on “Seeds”

  2. Beautiful my dear one. I’m reading this at twelve-thirty am and listening to my Alexa play 50’s music. At moment it’s “Smoke Gets in Your Eyes.” Anyone under fifty probably doesn’t understand what they’re talking about. No smoke any more unless it’s pot smoke. love, charlie

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