sowing seeds

Photo by imso gabriel

What if you begin within?
Tending to
the seed of doubt,
that you perceive,
has grown
gnarly and cutting.

I wonder what might happen
if you turn towards
this seed
with a gentle curiosity?

... soften your gaze,
settle your nerves,
and open your heart?

This feels dangerous,
an uncharted territory.
And, yet,
the chasm between
understanding and suspicion
are grooves you’ve made
all on your own.

A path you’ve worn
with a thousand
anxious laps,
coaxed by
the seeds of doubt
your familials passed
onto you.

To belong
has been to tend,
loyally,
to seeds of
doubt.
Doing so
once kept us safe.

But fear has a way
of painting everything
with distortion,
especially precious seeds
that hold
the truth
of our healing magic.

Keeping these seeds
in suffocating jars
on dusty shelves,
surrounded by
a moat with sharks,
we think,
we’ll keep us safe.

It appears,
keeping these seeds
far from the soil
of our hearts,
only fosters
dis-ease and despair.

What if there is no
‘seed of doubt’
but rather
only
seeds of liberation
enveloped in an
intoxicating story
of disconnection?

Maybe,
this seed
you’ve worked
so hard,
for so long,
to avoid planting,
holds delicate medicine
to clear your illusions.

There’s
no way of knowing,
before we sow,
what will sprout.
And I wonder if,
we may encourage
joyful blooms,
by swaddling
these curious seeds
in love,
not
doubt?