fertile ground
Born with an intrinsic longing
a sense of quality
the unbridled zeal of a baby
to call forth the wordless
unconditional offerings of the universe.
Creating a language of the heart.
“Do you believe in God?”
The living word inside
that longs at birth
itself does not understand the question.
From whence have you come traveler?
The floor beneath falling away
the mind merging with the cosmos.
A fire born of freewill
seeking refuge in the eternity
from where it’s come.
Finding no solace in the world of form
a silent walk where land meets sea.
How then shall you love me?
Through lights eternal fortress,
the heart a seed
churning within
longing to be nourished
the mind, a purifying filter
so that tendrils may emerge, probing
seeking fertile soil
a common field for growth
the light of cultivation
the time of all for all
fertile ground
on which to grow.
