"when you plant the seed of love, it is you that blossoms"
~Ma Jaya Sati Bhagavati
looking through spring seed catalogues
she flips ahead, to see the trees and the blossoms
her impatience wants the flowers; she does not want
to do the work of the planting
taking each seed
as thoughts unexplored
she rolls the hard tiny babes
in between her forefinger and thumb
all thoughts stop on a dime
she enters dream time
seeds begin to grow tulips
out of her fingertips
huge red hisbiscus grows
flavorful out of her mouth- now,
pushing out of her ears, pink cosmos
love's unattachment buries infertile fears
out of the center of her chest--one tea rose
can you imagine--just suppose
daisies joined hands with portulaka
then--zinnias might rest with zuchinni blossom
Kate Lamberg
pink gold rose, at portland rose garden~photo by kate lamberg~
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