The Seeds Circle

The Seeds Circle Herein lies the seed of life, a school of creation. Above, Below not seen with eyes, but conceived through imagination. As eyes open, breath is formed, we start our separation. As eyes close, color fades, with our combination. For many seeds, boundaries form, with beginning, middle and end. Unaware of devoured growth, The circle repeats again. Memories lost to start again, feelings are not held back. Hone the focus to belief, the spirit does not know lack. Awake are few, search far and deep, looking for the break. Enough time spent the ring does bend, feeling the path to take. All this time, the truth within, contemplation of perception. Outside the Sphere, a flower blooms, the seed has reached Ascension. Perceive the end to start again, not a curse or prison. Through love and pain the pupil forms, a master teacher risen. – Ryan Ogren