The Mystery Of The Seed Poem by Miss B..

It begins with a spark
Kind of like planting an unknown seed into the ground
You water it and give it fertilizer
You look down upon it wondering when it will sprout from beneath the earth’s crust
When it will begin to stretch out to let its tips feel the tingle of the sunlight
A slight, soft, touch from above
Spawning a new inspired determination for it to spread its glory into the world
All the while you watch impatiently from above for some sign of identification
Some identifiable attribute which will allow you to tell what beautiful plant this may be
Slowly its grown and suddenly you know!
How obvious!
It’s been your heart’s true desire the entire time!
If only you knew such a beautiful plant could grow from such a small seed with a little care
A little effort
The longer its trunk grows
The taller it gets
The more the anticipation inside of you builds
It brings a new awareness of abundance and greatness that may be
Of the beauty you can bring into your own life by simply planting the seed
It fills you with hope and cheer and anticipation of what the greatness may be coming your way

But, your little plant which once was a little seed is not immune to its surroundings
It is easily affected by its environment
It is easily polluted
And suddenly your perception of it is changed due to cloudiness
Due to a filter of smoke that separates it from you if you don’t take care
There is much negativity that can easily distract you
If you don’t protect your heart’s true desire and it gets further from your heart
Then consider that your heart must never be empty so other things will replace its true desire
Fillers
Not even close to its true desire but desired none the less
The heart always desires to be full
So in desperation it gets filled with less than the best of its desires
It adapts
It convinces itself that even if its true desire will never return
There are all of these other things that could substitute
So you take and take some more
Fighting to fill the empty spaces left behind
Filling them with poison
With meaningless gibberish
Hoping to substitute form the one thing your heart really wants
The one simple thing that could take the place of all the millions of things that currently crowd into its beautiful space