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  • Olivia O'Dwyer and Noah Dest

The Seed: A Poem

By Olivia O'Dwyer and Noah Dest

 


Parsnip Seed
Parsnip Seed

We were born in the stars

as fire and dust

falling to Earth as seeds

scattered on barren rock


We are the spirits of creation


Sprouting from the primordial cocoon

the perilous inertia of dormancy now broken

Our fragile stems are lifted

curled and blanched

naked to the scorching sun


Digesting light prisms of the solar supreme

who ceaselessly summons fire to our blood

Mother's water rains down

and we drink

bowing with soft hearts and tearful eyes


At Midsummer's Eve

we dance with fireflies

our fallen star-kin

Entranced amidst a spectacle of lights

that same dance becomes a song


For whom do we sing?

With whom do we sing?


Now we become heavy and wise

swelling yet, somehow, contracting

From out of ether comes the knowledge of ages

to pour into this ripening vessel


Weaving five elements in urgent gestation

to render a sacred concentration

Finally, the world folds in

to welcome the birth of a new light


We were born in the stars

as fire and dust

falling to Earth as seeds

scattered on fertile soil


We are the spirits of creation



Bhoomi Devi Seeds is a no-till seed farm and company in Midcoast Maine, learn more about our open-pollinated seed offerings at bhoomideviseeds.com.

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