A Meditative Poetic Moment Finding the Light

Adjourn below to listen to the guided variation.

As we venture this moment into the darkness of the earths crust,
A tiny seed loaded with potential can be found - knowing of no light,
For ’tis blissfully ignorant of what shall promptly be in store,
When it breaks through the comfort of the ground with all its might…

Thus enjoy it’s moment in the comforting darkness,
Drawing in energy from the soil like we do breath,
‘Till it feels as if it could overflow or burst,
Yet takes another ‘breath’ despite little capacity left.

Then the tip of a shoot breaks through into the warm dirt,
Slowly making it’s way venturing forth towards the cooler air,
Whilst another is soon making its way towards earths core,
Though which direction ’tis going… the seed is actually unaware.

Yet still it continues growing it’s way through the ground,
Root tips weaving their way deeper into the earth,
All the while being fueled by the abundant energy of the surrounding soil,
That strengthens the deeper its connection becomes to nearth…

Thus whilst winding roots start securing it within the soil, 
As deep as it can extend physically then energetically beyond,
It’s delicate shoot that’s venturing skyward breaks through the top crust,
Unfurling its tiny new stem and leaf like a freshly formed frond.

Basking in the morning light with a dew drop coated leaf,
Warming as the sun creeps slowly higher into the sky,
Another leaf soon begins emerging from deep within,
As it lackadaisically grows bit by bit a little more high…

Eventually our little seed - now a full grown plant,
Reaches the point in which it starts to form many a bud,
Soaking in the absorbent light from both moon and sun,
Whilst still drawing sustenance to it’s core from the nights cool mud.

So ’tis with roots deeply connected towards our earths comforting core,
And it’s leaves reaching high into the healing warm light of the sun,
Delicately each aromatic petal of every bud unfolds to bloom,
For as long as need be... 
‘Till it’s time ’tis done...

Then comes the moment it’s petals shall wilt and leaves shall fall,
As it seraphically returns to the earth it was born,
And just like the last breath that left ones lungs,
It has now aligned to the wind - hence gone.

Enjoy the Guided Variation Below: