Seed Poem by AngelLucianna Vesna

There was a time…When life almost stood “Still” for me…

In the deeps of the Cold Snowy Winter nights..
Deep in the woods
Where “life” was simply not possible…or even barely in-sight…

There was a voice…”Whispering – something? ? ? What was it?
Exactly? ? It was sometimes too cold to hear? ? ?
They were simple words…Pure words..from the Heart…
Can anyone fathom the Power of “words “since Creation?

With such words…
Moments by moments…Nights after nights…then also Day by day…
The Words Manifested a new seed in me…

I have no name for this New Seed…
It is too Profound to have any name …Other then I realised only moments Past…
It is to be Treasured…Cherished…and Nurtured…

One must wait…n be still…
Gather enough strength to simply accept & endure this present's pain.
Wait for the Season pass…
And in time it will be transform into something New…

So now…
My Dear friend…
I will share with you…The journey of this new seed…

When the seed …only the tiniest germ…was tossed into the lowly place… deep into the dark dismal surrounds…
There…a place where no-one wish or dare to visit…
Where “nothing” seems possible n no hope are in sight…
Such darkness, loneness, such dirt with no value of any living to espy…
How possible is it?
For any Life to grow in such a place?
And This …
Shall remind a - Mystery - much too great for my simple mind to embrace…

But the tiny seed…do remember…even a small glimpse of its former beauties …
From its past, where the sun was shinning bright, when birds were singing aloud, where miles of greens were visible and mountains and streams were evident of a living reality…

Now…
I see nothing…is tormentingly fearful…is painstakingly bleak…
What shall become of me? Where is my body? Why …m I so lost? ? ?
I feel my existence, but only just…

I know all this is real, but how long will I need to dwell here…in this doomed dreaded place?
I cried out to my Soul, and was glad that it is still with me! …
Oh…my Soul…

My soul…
Where one’s“self” was formed...where one ‘s mortal originated…where one is distinguished from the living to being “dead”…
You are really still with me? !

Oh…My soul…Where
All my Dreams and Desires are hidden…
Oh My soul…Where
Most of my Inspirations - Birthed…n then Re-Birth…
My soul…is where
The Core of my whole being lay in wait…ing
Soul, Spirit, Essence – you which bear many names…You are near?

My Soul contains all that is possible and able…
My Spirit is where I can anchor and find refuge…and
My Essences will transpire me into the coming future…

Taking me to the –“Beyond- away from this deep…Break open! You…crust of the Seed …The New light is waiting! N Shinning…
To Bless me to Grow &
Blossom into the …New …