What my Seed Remembers



What my Seed Remembers. My trees look as though they have been bracing themselves against the winds for hundreds of centuries. They have fought the wind and the cold so long that their bark is stronger, their word literal.

 Their potential strength is greater because they have fought the winds so long. The pattern of all their fighting is in the seed, and the seed reproducing in kind beyond mind. 

If you take the seed five miles inland, it will grow that kind of tree for perhaps 1000 generations, yet gradually it will be like the tree that grows inland because it does not need to fight the winds any more.

yet for Gores, What my Seed Remembers

my trees stand as if they have been bracing for centuries,
leaning into wind and cold until resistance becomes form.
Their bark thickens, their grain tightens,
their word being literal arrows,
strength speaking abracadabra.

They have fought so long
that strength is know longer effort,
it is create instinct.
The pattern of every wind enduring
is carrying listen in come seed.

That seed knows more than the mind.
It reproduces in kind,
not just shape,
yet my story.

Carry it 1000 miles inland
and it will still rise as a coastal tree,
for hundreds, even thousands of seasons
holding the posture of storms it no longer meets.

Yet over time,
as the wind softens,
the need to brace fades.
The tree listens to its new world
and slowly becomes what the land asks of it.

So it is with being.
What we fight shapes us.
What we no longer need to fight
releases us into a gentler form.

The seed remembers
 you will till love, 
for growing knowing your enviro embodying ment, 

using time
teaching it how to rest into

tilling sowing being I am alpha dominating Gods great best 






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