Open journey

The seed


The cycle of love begins when a word becomes life.
Not returning void but through sorrow becomes alive.
Each hair numbered, as are all the trials of the world
that leads to the everlasting love that becomes part of the soul.

Greater love that is visible to only the spiritual eye
where darkness subsides and light abides.
Fed only by the spring of water that always runs
as the inner being is formed and can be called done.
Each struggle filled with purpose even from when quite young.

Each stripe taken was to pre-pay for any pain
and the comfort is poured like a summer rain.

Found where sun as light meets the rain on an even plane.

Becoming one with love takes a milestone,
and then each life is reviewed on high
but the only account will be the fruit from the cornerstone.

Spiritual birth is determined by where one plants the seed,
with a root so that only love can feed
such a fruit can be torn
and stand to be born.

Find the soil of everlasting love,
that is filled with love that lasts forever.
So to bear a sweet word from above
from the living water that runs dry never