An invitation from years past to meditate on brooding-baring-bearing in the now of these troubled times.
“The seed of God is in us. Given an intelligent and hard-working farmer, it will thrive and grow up to God, whose seed it is; and accordingly its fruits will be God-nature. Pear seeds grow into pear trees, nut seeds into nut trees, and God-seed into God.” Meister Eckhart
While resting beside Echo Lake,
A thriving refuge tucked aside from concrete carvings,
I am summoned to attention by two red-winged black birds.
He perches atop a winter-withered reed.
She plunges deep into the safe bosom of branches and she stays.
The primordial rhythm endures
Echoing the sacred cycle
Set in motion by bits of star dust
Burst from the verdant void before time.
Bird eggs into birds
Pear seeds into pear trees
Nut seeds into nut trees
Human seeds into humans
God seed into God.
God-gene generates godliness.
Like red-winged black birds
Human souls echo the same cycle:
Return, return, return
Return to the God seed
To brood and bare.
© rita h kowats 2014
5 thoughts on “Sacred Cycles Once Again”
Oh, lovely–and it reminds me so much of your poem that hangs on my wall and helped to get me through a tough, tough time, “barren….becoming at last who we always were.” (from “November”)
Lovely, Rita; thank you for reminding us.
Thank you, Sarah.
Wonderful Rita. Sharing a synchronicity with you yet again, today my notable companions have been (not two, but three) black cockatoos. They seemed significant to me, and I saw them twice in different locations, feeling they were companions, messengers for my time. You have shed a new light on them… I thank you!
Wonderful, Amy! How I would love to see those birds in the wild of your country. Alas, I’ll have to be satisfied to see them in the wilds of our souls. It is enough (more) after all!