Seeds
A Poem
These seeds in my head are ideas that I need to fertilize so they can grow, but sometimes it’s me who has to grow and not the seeds because I have more to learn from them than they do from me
A seed can’t rush itself into full existence It basks in the glow of time and is oblivious to speed as the only gear that matters is the one marked neutral because a seed has no plan other than to become No preconceived notions No to-do list to check No time blocking to do All it has is time
It makes me wonder then, why these seeds in my head are so obsessed with fruition when I’d rather they marinate and take their time and come out when they’re ready so they can grow free and wild But maybe what’s pushing them is me, the head holding the seed because I want to have a full garden of ideas at all times when the only thing that really matters is that my head stay free and wild and remain a conduit for their growth
It’s interesting to think though, of my brain as a grow house of sorts gently giving light to my best buds and allowing them to grow slowly and mature on their own in the friendly confines of a home And now I realize that my ideas always have a home and maybe there’s a reason they like it there So why should I rush these seeds and make them become more before they are ready on their own?
© Jonathan Greene 2020
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