Cruising between the haze of knowing and unknowing <br />sits a large vacuum of infinite questions <br />why am I here? what am I doing? <br />where is the next stop to get off this journey? <br /> <br />And so on, <br />until the answers return in resplendent shape <br />colour and size, confronting you <br />with an incessant reminder <br />that Qs and A's don't always <br />have connections. <br /> <br />I am but a seed in one great pod <br />waiting to be thrown into the winds reach <br />to sail on a summers day <br />into infinite earth, buried deep until <br />I rise again in the arms of spring <br />to bud and blossom in the knowing <br />of newness. <br /> <br />Take heed now <br />of who I am <br />around me <br /> <br />Author Notes <br />A look at a seed about to spring into life. <br />© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.<br /><br />Marshall Gass<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seed-17/
