Seed of Me

 

I must keep my reasoning for presenting words,

Prepare, lead, dominate all ways. 

Yet for pictures my perpetual fruit.

Each one induces me into thought,

Allowing the powers that be, 

Revealing being ideally lovingly me.

To affirm the abundance above and of the earth,

I raise my hands in the sky thanking God for my birth. 

For the seed of me, he planted I breathe.

I let go of my reasoning for presenting words,

Preparing, leading, dominating all ways is my do.

Yet for pictures painted before eyes my perpetual fruit,

Each one seduces me into thought,

Allowing the powers to gather to be,

Revealing being ideally lovingly me.

Yes I affirm the abundance above and of the earth,

Raising my hands blessing the sky, thanking God for my birth.

For the seed who is me, enjoying his planting—I am.