Monday, February 11, 2013

And the Seed Splits ...

Each of us is in a constant process of change, revision and growth. Enjoy this poem by a dear friend (and daughter) ... I am in awe of the process that each of us is going through.  Thank you for choosing us as companions on your journey to reclaim your health!  Polly.

In the Time of Germination

By Andrea Schmidt
4 February 2013

Does the seed feel it when it splits
Does it know that it is splitting
Is it wise to the divide
Aware of what’s happening inside

Is it conscious of its reality
Aware of its capacity
Know just who it’s gonna be
Oh why all this urgency

A seed asleep in hibernation
Until begins a strong pulsation
All its life a culmination
In the time of germination

Is it afraid to die a husk
Discard the shell of former self
Release the peeling outer hull
Surrender to the greater pull

Is there faith in the exchange
A death for life of greater range
Is it a willing sacrifice
A surrender true at any price

A sea of hormones surging
Incessant pulsing tearing throbbing
Seam pulls apart oh so piercing
A great releasing of an offspring

Does the seed feel it when it splits
Does it know that it is splitting

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