Think of it

Think of it

The first shudder of damp

That somehow signaled

All was ready

Then

In the deep inside of earth

In the muted underneath of winter

Spring began

Not with a sudden trumpet of green

Or a sky of confetti blossoms

But with a seed

Small, pale and barely breathing

It lay quietly

Waiting for the lavender clouds

That carry the first warm rains

Then

For some reason as ancient and

Everyday as the sun itself

The seed cracked

Split and softly burst into

A faint tendril

A root a sprout

A thin wisp of a growing thing

And

With no thought of stopping

It pushed through the

Dark soil with the force of

A billion winter winds

Until it

Pierced the crust of the outside and

Split the frozen armor of earth

Which has held spring safe

Since time began

Zaro Weil

Zaro Weil’s poem reminds me that there is no dream or venture that begins with trumpets and confetti. Every new intention and experience is like a planted seed that is quietly hidden and protected ‘In the deep inside of earth/In the muted underneath of winter’. It takes time, consistency and love for something new to come to fruition.

I am in awe of the ‘ancient and everyday’ force that cracks the seed, pushes a faint tendril through the dark soil to pierce the crust…

What causes my heart to beat, my lungs to expand and contract? What sparks inspiration and energy? What drives decision and devotion?

I am trying to be aware of that force. to feel it within. I welcome it and try to let go of any resistance or doubt of its power and potential.

Crack me open and express new life with the force of a billion winter winds.