Seeds Of Ripening

In the sanctuary

Of my own inner garden

I can sense the ripening

Deep in the soil of me 

My divine potential stirs

Beneath the surface

A low, ancient hum

Moves

Through root and stem

The shell is cracking

Inspiration

Lifting its head

Toward the light

A slow unfurling

In the dark

A natural ripening

Not forced

Or rushed

The long view

Of my own heart

May these seeds

Keep ripening

And teaching me 

May I trust

In the quiet work

Of emergence 

May I remember 

That ripening 

Is holy work

Bit by bit

Until my life blossoms

Into the garden 

Of my highest healing

By Tanya Cameron