Tree-Talking OM-Style, A Song

                                                                                                     

 Seven Seeds©

Seven seeds fell from a starry starry Height,

Whispering and whirling in the Night.

Seven seeds flung from the open hand of Love,

Circling softly like the wings of the Dove.

Seven seeds rooted in a golden honeycomb,

Where living water flowed

And the ground never froze;

They proposed to the rocks

Who were willing buildng blocks

For the houses we call a home.

Seven seeds flowered in the rainbow field,

Sweet and bittersweet is the fruit they yield.

But seven seeds sensed a sophisticated host,

So they exhaled scents seductive and posed in see-thru coats.

Seven seeds dreamed of Wisdom walking the Earth,

So they tempted wandering browsers with the colors and the nose:

Filled their heads with images of changing clothes;

Enchanting with a healthy dose of this and that,

Till their perfect charming Beauty finally filled the gap--

And they became the second Human birth.

Seven seeds grew strong and tall,

Crowns lifted proudly to the sky.

They knew when and where, who, what and how,

And now they even knew, why?

Then seven seeds left the trees

With everything they could need:

For inside each me, are seven seeds

Giving everything everyone needs.

Seven seeds fell from a starry starry Height,

Listening to the swirling of the Night.

Seven seeds flung from the mighty hand of Love,

Like a burning man praying to a shrub.

Commentary: seeds, metals, planets, chakras-- ( Once planted and cultivated with understanding), just don’t touch them. Let them do the touching.  Have confidence, and watch.  Mastery is a process, not a possession.