This morning in liminal space, the thin place between sleeping and awake I saw my body curled. Like a seed. With roots and shoot small and slowly moving. Towards the light , towards the earth deep and dark. Somewhere within that seed, contains the flower, the burst of life and colour. The moment when the movement breaks through from dark to light, reaching from the night towards the blessing of the warm soft realm of day. The way a plant grows up and out; stem,leaves,buds, flowers ,tender faces towards whatever life passes, pauses.
The same face which greets kindness, ignorance or indifference all the same.
My body is a seed and the seed shall one day die. But this is the thing. When the seed dies the life of consciousness bursts out as a flower of Love and Wisdom. Infinite consciousness,contained within the seed becomes once more a part of the infinite consciousness as a whole.
Whatever we feed the seed will become the flower. Whether love or malice .
So I think it is up to us to decide what we give our seeds to grow. We can choose love or blight,we can choose peace or strife and what we decide really does matter. We might not see the blooming of the flower, the beauty of life conscious ,but we surely can be a part of what happens in the future.