SEED OF LIFE
How can we know where it will lead,
When we sow that tiny seed,
We feel it growing in the depths of our being,
A new life, all knowing, all seeing.
The spirit observes form up above,
Will this life be full of love?
Or of hatred and pain?
Where the spirit must rise once again
To the skies above, in search of peace,
As the body dies, and a mother weeps.
She did her best, what more could she do?
As she turns, she whispers, "I did love you."
Then the tears well up from the depths of her soul,
Where that seed was nurtured, long ago.
I've just realised you have written "The sane one!" below your picture. I'll never forget meeting this eccentric old German woman in London, who said to me, "You know? Each of us has our own madness." Isn't it incredible how even the most brief encounters with people can dramatically affect you? This phrase has stuck, and will continue to stick, with me.
ReplyDeleteJourney.
Life.
Spirit.
Love.
Peace.
Soul.
Truth.
New Life.
It's all in your poems. May be we are searching for the same thing. I just call it God. May be you're "The same one!"