Initiation

A powerful seed planted withinmust find its way outunless there is no light.

I danced, I explored, I indulged.It moved me not out.I cried, I crawled, I dissolved.And now, it flowers its way out.

A seed reveals itself as a grand tree,only to fall once again into the soil,a seed.

You and I,a recycling play of Earth.

I looked around the worldmisunderstood love,faithless friendship,physical fame,

celebrated objectsand still, the yearningto taste a drop from heaven.

How do I express my predicamentto these ever-thinking minds?

IN is the only way OUT.

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Initiation

Poem | By Shantrika

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