| Seed-Dream ©August 8th, 2019 By Vijaya Sundaram The seed lies dreaming Inside fat fruit that’s ripe with lust and duty. Dreaming of trees, the seed sleeps And tastes air and water, and sun and soil. Dreaming of propagation And companionship, The seed sleeps. Let it sleep. Let it dream. There’s time enough for awakening – Before the flood, before the coming of famine, And the death of bees and birds, Before we, accidental interlopers on this planet, Snatch away goodness and life, And leave behind the blasted heath Of an over-worked earth. The seed sleeps. Let it sleep. Let it dream. Dreaming before birth is a pleasure we cannot remember, But sometimes, in that sudden sweet yearning For a lost life that we glimpse before we awaken, There’s a memory of a dream Such as babes might have dreamed in the womb. The seed sleeps. Let it sleep. Let it dream. Let it dream of life and fruit, Of flowers and birds, of trees and sky Of wind and rain and soil, Of a taste of beauty beyond words or imagining. Let it dream. Let me dream. Let me dream a dream where I shed this body And shed this broken planet Let me dream of another garden. I’m tired of waking. The seed sleeps. Let it sleep. Let it dream. Let us dream. ————————– |