THE PLANTING

20th March 2015
(This poem was planted in me at 4am this morning)
I am the sewer of seeds, the planter of ideas.
The weaver of dreams that will last all your years.
Healing through hands that are gentle and bright.
I will bring what is yours into the light.
Let go of your fears and relax in the now.
I am the planter of seeds, I will show you how.
Listen to your heart for it is tried and true.
Your heart knows exactly what is meant for you.
I will bring forth what is already yours.
Nothing less and nothing more.
We each have our purpose, our own recipe, to bring to the table of eternity.
It is ours not to question, to fluster or fight.
I will bring forth your dreams and all will be right.
Now...go in peace.

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