The Seeds of my Becoming

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In the womb of my heart
grow the seeds of my becoming;
nourished by love made fertile
from decomposed dreams
unharvested upon the
vine of denial.

Drinking the moisture of renewal
from the tide of my tears
fosters sprouts of truth
to emerge from deep within.

Unfolding and extending
with the warm grace of the Sun
I am blooming and becoming
to know Self as The One.

1998

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