Too deep to know if it conveys its true meaning
So simple, so pure
Really even...celestial, and to hear is enough to prompt awakening,
The seeds of truth are scattered
They fall where they do
If the ground is fertile, they take root.
If the ground is dry and barren,
I have been given everything there is
And still yet, a handful of seeds
I hope to hold onto them tightly,
But I know I can’t, least I nurture these immeasurables
Cradle these diamonds in my heart.
Or the winds of change will take this rare gift away from me
And I will have gone to the land of precious jewels and returned empty handed.
Love elephant and want to go steady?
Apprentice Editor: Marcee Murray King/Editor: Emily Bartran
Photo: Courtesy of Author