Dear Reader;
Watch, not to understand with the mind but to feel with the cells of the body.
THE GATHERING Under the soil the earth is calling calling to the seeds who sleep asters, poppies each will grow in time can you not feel them each will one day be queen and the beauty is they know it not, and no one is Lord over the other Children play, do not waken for dreams are truth divine The ancient lives in the broken seed In your childhood know that you are no better than the seed fallen in liberty as the wild goose calls hoarse with joy We were taught to question yet Ask your mother only one thing How do I love myself when I know my words alone have failed? Like a frozen flower waits until we know that for each in turn once born perfect once perfect once grown perfect to all the world And blind faith is the key blind and I will hold, only blind I can still gather you in my arms and the knowing is in each stick each leaf brown and shrivelled so beautiful You are forever my children as the seed as the seed forever bursts in my arms The Gathering. You forgive me? asks God with a smile There are whole civilizations who cannot and to them I say be as this child her arms full of sticks whispering madness Lie under the snow blanket and wait the promise is made your turn will come Out of the dark and frozen ground Believe only in the seed
much love, Adi
