Breakthrough

A whisper of coolness trickles,
down into the quiet depths of the seed
the sleeping tree-mind comes awake
to the soft-drum of life-giving rain

She stirs, a blip of consciousness waking
from the depths of shadow dreams
a faint shard of awareness, a flicker
in the darkness of un-knowing

Conquering the seeming emptiness
she listens, urged by insistent instincts,
to hear at the edge of non-being
whispers, faint, from a waiting world

She rises then, uncoiling in sinuous dance
as the musk of wet-earth seeps through
fuelling the fire of a primal desire, fanned
to a blaze by the murmur of winds above

And her destiny teasing her with visions
of fragrant breezes and song-bird lullabies,
she breaks through from the darkness
to burst free, into the embrace of the sun…




Note:

Like a seed, holding within it a sleeping consciousness waiting to break through the shell, we lie buried under the many-layered shell of existential demands that crowd our lives.
If we can crack the shell of trivialized existence and touch the light of true awareness, , maybe then can we really begin to live, not merely existing, but dancing through life, filling every moment with the divine rhythm we have lost in the clamor of day to day living.