Sometimes our hearts can feel that they could burst with good feelings, usually love, starting with a tiny 'seed' which swells until we fear we can no longer keep the feelings bottled up. Nicely succinct - quite clinical, unlike the subject (if I'm right).
Once read a tale about a swami lady in India who lived on light and the occasional glass of milk--bogus, unlike this poem, which delves so lucidly into the idea of how others sow their seed and we are indeed the grateful soil.
you sure know how to honour Art X and all the seeds in between will grow for you
I love this one...you have the gift! Say it so well! Seems so true!
Wow...that is exactly how it feels when you are holding on to a powerful emotion...here's hoping that seed will burst open soon...:)
for me the main point here is that the soil has to be broken - only then the seeds find room to grow and fill us with whatever they carry...
breaking the soil seed bursts forth into a new birth filled with life...that moment of creation is beautifully celebrated here....
That closing line wow!mindlovemisery
Ah, and it is that photosynthesis that brings life! Without it we cannot thrive.
Oxygen ... and maybe a few roots?
Oxygen surely.I dont mind the roots either.
Never has a natural, quotidian, necessary and - truly- unremarkable process sounded more beautiful than in this gem of a poem. Thanks.Greetings from London.
Sowing the seeds of love.. Comes to mind, a song, and there is life in that photosynthesis. So many ways to turn this.
Which kind of spleen do you mean? It's not just an organ, you know. Though, I hope neither of yours bursts.
marley harlow - Ha.If you look at the human anatomy in 2D, between the lungs and spleen lies the heart. Actually at the couple I looked at they seemed to frame it. So I was just being creative in giving the location.
I know. I was just being funny because "spleen" is a synonym for "wrath."
Did not know that, actually. But that is one of those accidental brilliance things. Ha.
Life giving love for the whole world, a love that is not just limited to one particular person but to every being be it any creature................the true essence of love.
I love the idea of the seed bursting inside...surely love is a blooming we all await ~
Loved the way you have written it... So poetic!