You scribe words on to clouds for all to see
Beautiful images on delicate parchment
There for those that dare look up
Before the wind tumbles them into oblivion
Look up you say
Why won’t they look up?
You scatter messages across mountain tops
Attached to the leaves of the mountain ash
And hung so delicately from the fronds of tree ferns
Ripe fruit swaying with sweet potential there for the taking
Pick them you say
Why won’t they pick them?
You cast ideas into the foaming froth of the shore break
The sea hungry to devour the sparks of creativity
Bobbing close to the shoreline just beyond reach
Throwing up rainbows as they tumble in the waves
Swept out into the dark depths to nourish the sea life
Swim for them you say
Why won’t they swim for them?
You cast sweet melodies into tumbling streams
Water and subliminal messages cascading over xylophone rocks
An orchestral burble that sings of nature and hope
A hum that winds its way to the sea to become a whale song
Listen you say
Why won’t they listen?
You wrap hope and love in seeds and plant them deep
Not into Mother Earth but her daughters
Greening the fecundity of the future
Seeds bursting into bright little buds of possibility
Harvest them you say
Why won’t they harvest them?
You cast your dreams into the sky so they scatter like stars
Lost amongst the cosmic dust in the vacuum of space
In the stillness a shooting star crosses the sky
That’s someone who looked up
Another burns with brilliance
That’s someone who swam for it
And still more arc with fiery tails
Those that picked and those that listened
All coming together with such love and brightness
To harvest a Sensual Seed
Words: B Ditchfield
The Sensual Seed Oracle Card Deck supports you to get back in touch with your Truth. You can get the deck here.