Lessons From My Garden

Darkness surrounds, small, encased in Gaia, nourished by organic matter from years past, I remain miniscule in the universal scale of things.  I can sense the potential I possess, moisture soaks down upon me from above, stirring my centuries of evolution.

With each drop of moisture I begin to spread, tapping the limitless source of nutrients provided by my ancestors.  Calling from above there is warmth, a promise of growth, of reaching my potential. Stirring within me is the calling of sacred energy from above.

There is a new dawn for me, as I rise from the immortal darkness, I can feel the calling of my potential.  With certain knowledge that I must grow and become something bountiful, I reach for the light.

With my place of origin firmly rooted, the light grows warmer. I branch up and out, growing stronger every day.  In this process I become aware of the diversity that surrounds me. Thousands of beings inching towards the fullness of there nature.

Next to me, atop another being there is a sudden blossom of color, I am comforted.  Suddenly I feel a wellspring of energy, I final push to achieve all that my ancestors have shaped me to become.  As the dawn of a new day arrives, I am surrounded by a symphony of color.

With the sudden realization that I too have bloomed as a single colorful note in this visual concerto, I realize my destiny, to grow, to learn, to honor the diversity of life,

There is coolness now, with my blooming, my experience, my knowledge of the great cycle I have manifested the minute seeds of a new generation.  Gaia calls me back to her nourishing cradle, all that I am, seeps back into her cauldron of life.  I am comforted in the knowledge that the cycle will begin again after the time of the darkness. I am whole and immortal having played a part, for a season, in the dance that is life. I will rest in the arms of the great mother.