the seed
you are the seed
and the one
who tends it
tamp the ground
whisper love
water it
and wait—
each morning
sing to that seed
invite it out
welcoming
calls it forth
the seed will
crack open
cherish it and
its clear seeing
2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.
the heart of the matter 
I love this. Thank you.
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Thank you Conny! I love it when you comment.
Sending all the best,
Amrita
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