She had waited a while,the seed in the ground

Wondering , when and if and how

Would her turn come to bloom at first light

Would it be now or would it be night.

How was she destined to bloom on this land

Would it be quiet or incredibly grand?

In depths oh so dark,

Her feet became restless

Twisting and turning, it seemed so suggestive.

Others around searched for the light

While she still hid deep, deep in the night

She called the Great Mother

Begged for her turn

Why not now, what must I learn?

Be patient my child,

It is wisdom you seek.

Time is not real,

Confusing the weak.

Your life is eternal captured within.

This first bloom is nothing

It’s only where you begin.