I Dreamt of a Thousand Seeds

I dreamt of 1000 seeds last night,

1000 seeds yearning to sprout,

 

1000 new possibilities,

stirring gently under ground,

after what seemed an eternity

spent in a state of dormancy.

 

1000 miracles,

awaiting patiently

in the recesses

of our collective psyche,

for life's permission 

to germinate.

 

I dreamt of 1000 seeds last night

 

1000 ways to burst into life,

and claim one's place in space,

 

1000 ways to break free of shells,

and play jazz

with the secret codes inside

that shape our destiny.

 

1000 surprises, 

a whirlwind of colors and shapes,

diversity and creativity. 

 

How could so much life ever

bloom from such tiny bodies? 

Seeds of orchids and sunflowers, 

nettles and strawberries,

wild oats, and redwood trees.

Seeds of poets, visionaries, healers,

mothers and opera singers,

free spirits and trouble makers,

All of us starseeds, godseeds,

limitless possibilities.

 

I dreamt of 1000 seeds last night,

1000 seeds starting to sprout.