Be the Seed

Be the seed with feather crown, be the bead bristling with legacy for life. Lift your gift, go seeking, sifting down into this seam in concrete wet, forsaken, yearning for a root thread you send fingering, lingering, loving ever deeper into dense dark. Be the seed. Be the shred of living. Be the shred of living light bedded in the broken world. Be not afraid, no matter how small your poor power against the powers that be- no worry, no fear. Be the seed where you are for the long game, the strong change by the many and the small. All of us in our circle wider than division, flowing, growing, greening, reaching, waking, winding, rooting, singing, bringing with feathered crown the seed.