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.


Poem | By Shantrika



