A Seed and a Path

Maybe there is a language

Beyond words

that can explain the moments

my heart experiences in a previous

yet present time.

There is no trigger I can think of

but comfort and condition

There is no trigger I can think of

but fear.

No trigger but love,

unseen buttons pushed

by unseen fingers.

We’ve accepted a dream

which has no beginning

As a reality with an unknown “end,”

All the while trying

to drag our hearts out

into the light,

the labor a seed

and a path.

-ZGD

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