Somewhere between our thoughts that are caged in by all that is yet to come
and the intrusively lingering memories of our past,
we allow our perceptions and emotions to pollinate the tiny little seeds of or intent.
Then with excessive certainty amidst the turbulent uncertainty of
Our body
Our earth
Our life
Intentions become actions, leaving behind the hands that caused them to transform.
These tiny seeds - our disseminated deeds,
Scattered into reality and swept up by the winds of change that carries them
To exactly where they are meant to take root.
Some of them will land in the well manured fields of judgement and others in the rich soil of acceptance but, every #### single constituent seed of action will grow into the very consequences
That leaves us yearning the creation of intent.
Comes harvest time; we reap the fruits of our actions.
What are the seeds that you are sewing in your tomorrow?
