All the buried seeds
crack open in the dark
the instant they surrender
to a process they can’t see.
This innate surrender
allows everything edible
and fragrant
to break ground
into a life of light
that we call Spring.
As a seed buried in the earth cannot imagine itself as an orchid or hyacinth,
neither can a heart packed with hurt imagine itself loved or at peace.
The courage of the seed is that once cracking, it cracks all the way.
– Mark Nepo
beautiful collage and nepo poem! which book is it from? hope to have time to look more now–have been away for work…
hey, the poem is from Nepo’s day book, Book of Awakening…thanks love