The Subtle Mother... The deVINE, the Faith, Hope that all is perfect in time, PATIENCE... The journey begins at this acceptance of NOW.The mother asked me from within myself...
"WHY ARE YOU HERE?" I dove into the ground... "To be a seed!" I replied. The question rang and rang and rang again... again... again... again... the answer the same, the answer extended... "To be a seed mommy!!! To be THE seed mamaya." I held the seed as I've held my whole life, preciously...
Tears of joy poured from my heart... gratitude of remembrance.
"AND WHAT DO SEEDS DO?" she reflected in me... I repeated the question as a question, "NO QUESTIONS, JUST ANSWERS," she said, and made me laugh... "why laugh?" ... "because we can!" She welcomed the comical taste, and I laughed some more... "you are HUMan... CELEBRATE!" "I am HYUMan... mmmmmmmmmmm... tastes so good to feel my place. This place, I am still."
"WHAT DO SEEDS DO?" repeated again...
"oh YES! They BLOOM!!" I cried... "OH, THEY BLOOM! Oooooohhhmmmmm... to bloom, to loom to weave, to bloom, to loom, to illuminate, to create, to grow, to BLOSSOM, to know." I sat with the world in my arms, content in the makeup of my years... tears of joy poured from my heart... gratitude of remembrance.
