Shimmering with glorious birth,
the seed is gracefully landing in your hand.
It looks so tiny but it contains you all.
Dare to dive in and the ocean will sustain you:
this is i trusting I.
Listening to intuition, one walks out the door.
Embracing the vision, the old house disappears.
Delightfully nurture all seeds:
they know the exact time & the perfect dance;
they are lovingly planted by the Seed-Maker.
In the garden of Self, the seed becomes flower.
Beyond the seasons, there is pure light.
Images © 2007 by Aya