Sunday, December 23, 2007


wholehearted seeking
is a thrill
and a fear;
the letting go
often euphoric
until darkness,
then, trembling.
do you trust
what you remember
from before
the sun rose?
do you remember
what you saw
before the veil
of your eyes closed?
seeds grow in the dark
not in harsh light;
they embrace
the mystery
and reach the light
just when;
the dark is not fallow ground.

1 comment:

Crafty Green Poet said...

that's excellent, very insightful