Mystical seeds,
are we.
Planted,
in a field of dreams.
Capable,
of growing,
into tall tall trees.
Or anything.
Energy waves,
and particle streams.
A mud ball,
as a game board.
For human beings.
As every reality,
has its rules and laws.
So we must find,
and understand ours.
All seeds require,
good weather and good climate.
The wrong type of atmosphere or environment.
Can make,
break,
or define it.
Some seeds grow into,
an abundant harvest.
Some,
never make it.
they grow up staving.
Not enough,
water,
nutrients,
or gardening.
Nurturing life.
Is a chore,
like farming.
But when a seed,
is grown up right.
They have a greater chance,
of becoming,
pure light.
To All the farmers,
giving.
And growing life.
We appreciate,
your attention.
Insight as well as foresight.
We appreciate.
Your understanding.
And knowing .
👁️
© Joseph harris