Bold Seed, Loving Mater
My goal for this day
is to stand bold inside all I say,
to let each word rise
with its own spine
flaming its own flame,
loving its own knowing
For in acting play being this way,
I place my hands into the soil touching thought,
tilling seed into sowing my land,
visioning turning inner
into fields who recognize my name
yet love my game.
One thought,
sent from one head
go travel farther than wind
entering matter touching molecules
awakening atoms
to gather around
So I speak what I believe
until belief gains weight
I picture what I seek
until the picture begins breathing
I move in one already winning,
knowing achievement first arrives
in unseen rhythms
waving within, I.
hear the world listens
sea my seed opens
Atoms join atoms
light enjoying form
and every great kind possibility
moves toward the bold sound
who has chosen I to become.
This day is not waiting for me.
This day is growing from me.
For I,
every thought in thine
fire in voice,
siring
sowing my inner greatness
a cross,
loving living earth
until all creation can feel
what one bold mind
has brought forth.
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