Three Seeds
Deep down inside,
encased and protected,
three sweet seeds,
each with a quality
to nourish the soul.
Listening.
Listen deeply
beneath the words
as a story unfolds.
I hear you.
And I have a voice.
Seeing.
See deeply.
Prise open the layers;
a prickled exterior
cannot protect from the pain.
I see you.
And I am here.
Trusting.
Trust deeply
despite doubts
that threaten equilibrium.
I trust you.
And I am worthy.
