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Ah, the fortitude of a circle
the circular wisdom 
of  spring to summer  fall to winter  
the spinning wheel’s twist of threads -
at once both self-reliant and reliant

my soul to embryo  seed to seedling

the mettle it takes for the genesis;  
for my poppy pod to wake and break
a tiny speck of matter  a fleck of duality unleashed
I surrender my dormancy to the earth -
roots reach deep like pale squiggly fingers
..for my kernel was laid to rest to bustle to life..
while my headstrong head pushes up through the soil 
I come to be.. like a new idea taking shape 
a physical being grounded
while seeking the realm of the Sun
the source of spirit as essential 
as the dark womb from which I emerge
with a heart budding with the universe from nothing 

I sprout as a sprig from a rounded grain
conceived in a gold-dusted flurry of furry buzz..
a bumblebee's dalliance with the center of a whorl
a mote of pollen so mite-like  -- but 
        m i g h t y 
in   purpose   potential   and   power  
woven together in the art of creation

wind-driven autumn rains and sips of melted snow 
..mother’s milk during the passage of time..
sweetly feeds the gentle needs for my tender birth
daystar’s dabble-dance with shadows 
charm the chill from the cradle of the garden floor -
warm ginger dapples flit to find me between
canopy gaps in swish and sway..
mini-spots mirroring the disk of the Sun reminds me;
the image of what I’ll become
when my solar heart shines in a petal-chalice of flame..
rapture stirs the layers of humus
penetrating my essence with a ripening
stoking my fortitude to fulfill my destiny  
to break free of that which holds me down 
and reach ever higher inspired by a promise;
the golden circle of solace.. the bull's-eye in the sky 
whose glow does kiss and grow my soul -
my inner space of bright sure to blaze 
in a blossom cup’s confinement 

my soul to embryo  seed to seedling

sown to assure my flowering  
my earthy ascension fulfills Nature’s cycle of nativity;
above the loam  I rise  to unfurl
and lift my airy leaves’ uncurl up high 
in praise of the light 
as the end of a gray season curves 
into the festive yellow equinox of resurgence
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