Ascending Seed

From oneness
With the mother plant
To stark darkness:
Sealed package

Filtering through
Wet paper towel

Still can’t see —
What’s out there?


Dark again
Different darkness, though
Feel nourishment and
All around

More water, too

And a voice
Describing some beautiful
Flowering vine
I will become

Waving in the sun
Welcoming the bees

I cannot
Imagine it

For now
I will stretch
I will grow

I will wait



Ana Daksina View All →

A poet is the strangest sort of soul
You in this life may e'er expect to meet
More broken even while more truly whole,
Innocently intending well, more sweet

Than any but a five year old should be
Unfit to meet a callused world's demand
Or to behave aught expediently
All grace in flight; an albatross on land

Do not the all too common error make
Do not fall into the too easy trap
Avoid the fatal egoic mistake
Imagining that poet be a sap

Powerful spirits classic and antique
Give voice when poets ope their mouths to speak

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