Seeds

When the seed is broken

The inner potential dies unspoken

No one can escape that dormant form

A hidden hand helps transform

Nothing into something, a continuous magic

It is how consciousness weaves life’s fabric

Our physical form cannot be made into a seed

But the mind can, first awareness must supersede

Choices, the seed can have none

Before sprouting, a dance would have already begun

Earth makes space and a stage

Waiting for a life to come of age

While we pursue a different image

Cast in the mind’s fickle visage

The seed’s potential can be realized

When the mind is properly utilized