How can it be otherwise?
The tiny kernel,
The mustard seed heart
Feels its mysteries
Waiting for One.
Without its direction
How can we live in the flow?
How can we love in the flow?
How can we dream in the flow?
In silence the voice speaks
Taking on the shape of its course
Illuminating the greater sphere
Which splashes and drowns
Anything not anchored.
Within the seed the message is known;
Through thought the idea forms.
In this monumental unfolding
Again and again nature's secret emerges:
Annihilates coincidence and accident
Until complete transmutation
Is but an opulent promise fulfilled.