Sacred Seeds #SOL17


Sacred Seeds

Pine cones beckon me on Maine morning
Rising early, I head out to the dock
Inspired by the possibilities – 
a gift, a sacred quest…

Gazing deeply into the new born day,
I scribble in my journal – 
just words,
just lines…

Until I land on something sweet, or sentimental, or surprising
Seeds of an idea emerge
Waiting for me to discover its meaning
My meaning – my purpose – my truth


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