Among the prairie field
of time, I remember each rare seed
sprinkled across my landscape-
not yet knowing, time or place
when each would germinate.
Days passed into months
and beyond into an ever increasing
improbability of years. And now,
the scene I see is filled with sight,
color and even the sounds of each
flower's delight at being nurtured
into full bloom.
I am grateful for each one whom first
implanted my desire to grow beyond
seed and seedling; for me to be deeply
rooted in the realm of their spiritual
reality, which even now grows richer.
Though some of these seed sowers
have come and gone, I revel in each
breath of remembrance at those
who sought only to teach- knowing
that I would eventually germinate,
flowering as each had envisioned,
into this startling array of wildflowers
you see before you.
As an Ecstatic Poet, my aim is to awaken in you, the part of you that knows the truth of your being, the beauty of your soul.