Image: Mother of All, by Shiloh McCloud
SEED
deep in the darkness of the womb of my body lies the seed from which all was born.
i feel this seed.
it’s always there.
it’s unchanging, yet always giving birth to new life.
light in dark.
life from death.
eternity in this moment.
everything in nothing.
when i lose grounding, when i forget, when the chaos is more than i feel i can handle, i simply come back to this seed, and from here i am born anew.
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don’t know which is more exquisite – the art or your words. recently resolved to hold onto that seed – the one that grounds me, my kernel of peace in the midst of unimaginable chaos – i wonder: can you clutch too tightly?
everything about this is beautiful
Jeanne – for me, the seed is there, regardless. it just is. and i know it more, when i completely let go, and realize it is that which is unchanging.
Connie – thank you.