Tuesday slice: Thoughts on the Autumn equinox

Ripening

by Chris Margocs

To sprout, one must realize

That you cannot be attached to form

Form will change, must change

For the seed to sprout, grow, bear fruit

Letting go of form is only terrifying

If one forgets that we always return to the seed

Whether the fruit ripens and is eaten,

or spoils on the ground

The seed remains, can be interred

once more in the dark womb of Our Mother

To sprout and grow once more towards the sun.

We are safe, always, in Our Mother's lap.

SoulCollage© card by Chris Margocs.