Psyche Sorting the Seeds

I wanted Love to be My Mother.

She set the test and I

opened to try to learn

Her power of patience.

So many kinds of seeds to sort

(containing flowers, trees,

the future of the bees)

so many piles, so little time!

The task was great and I felt small.

I opened in humility,

and the mice came,

sorting it all out,

helping Me

to Be what I really Am:

Daughter of Earth.

Remedy

is always waiting,

never what we expect.

We are not alone.

Stars and spiders

want us, need us:

to succeed,

to find our puzzle piece,

true shape, our key

to fit into

love's Harmony.

© Tamara Rasmussen 2018