WHERE THE SEEDLINGS GROW

Seek not for always a seamless sky

Wait not always for a flawless fate

Stand not in line always to embrace the conquerors

Walk instead to the peak of a mountain

Where hillocks hide the mystic origin of a river 

Dream with the music of a sacred valley

Find the roots of a tree

Inhale the fragrance of rain soaked soil

String the melody in a violin that of wind

Seek not for absolute resolves,

Either it’s for heavens above

or for a paradoxical terrain!

Love the twinkling moment

Walk ahead in dreams like that of earth

Hold in hand the flowers of spring

and the gold of summer.

Wash off the sorrows in a monsoon of forests

Carve a sweet memory in autumn’s fire

Move on the ice-capped peak

In search of a cloud that is frozen

When leaves fall, relinquish!
And grow again like the seedling To commemorate life…

–Rema Pisharody