The Sower

Every moment Holds a seed Every word A quiet lead Every feeling Shapes the ground Where the living Can be found What is open Will receive What is ready Starts to breathe Nothing forced Into the earth Life unfolding Into birth The sower moves Without control The seed is finding Where to grow What is open Will receive What is living Starts to breathe The sower trusts What can't be seen The root is deeper Than we think Every moment Life is shown In the soil We call our own Not by pressure Not by claim Not by trying To arrange What is given Finds its place When the heart Allows its space The sower moves Without control The seed is finding Where to grow What is open Will receive What is living Starts to breathe The sower trusts What can't be seen The root is deeper Than we think Every moment Life is shown In the soil We call our own Like the rain Returns again Like the sun Meets the land What is living Always knows Where the quiet River flows The sower moves Without control The seed is finding Where to grow What is open Will receive What is living Starts to breathe The sower trusts What can't be seen The root is deeper Than we think Every moment Life is shown In the soil We call our own