Planting Seeds in Hibernation
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Winter is a quiet and sacred time – a time to reflect and heal – perhaps a time to even hibernate.
In winter I go deep inside
my sacred space to hibernate.
I draw the shutters of my heart,
rejecting fear that infiltrates.
Shining light down a dark crevasse,
I see those things that keep me blind.
It’s then I face with honesty,
the roots of bitterness that bind.
Sometimes they’re from words
that were spoken to me in vain.
More often they are memories
that trigger a dangerous flame.
And if I never notice
what’s been planted in my soul,
In time I lose my focus
on love and light that keep me whole.
I’m looking now for better seed
to sow while I’m in hibernation.
Waters of kindness are what I need
for my spiritual awakening.
In spring I’ll rise like a butterfly.
I’ll feel the sunlight’s warm embrace.
Unrecognized by my former life,
I’ll leave behind my hiding place.
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