Grow Yourself Like A Seed

Remove the ground, uncover its dust
hurry the diagrams of shadows and death.
A seed is a seed until its fate meets decay
Not a stream of faith abides in lukewarm holes.

If born of Flesh, feed it to the truth,
give it a name close to time but watch it still.
Last can last, at last but gamble a light,
a closet cannot hide itself, not by itself.

A leaf can only lead the way of the sun
beyond the gathering of water
the earth is still a bed.
Of your before are souls, pick a cloth from one
and live one more time, say the language of trees.

Throw yourself like seed as you walk, plough with a sickle,
turn your face to the sun, joke it like death
And do not let the past weigh down your motion.
For where there is ground, there is erosion
somewhere.

Ruddapoet