May we all thrive on hope this eastertide, fellow readers!
An invitation from years past to meditate on brooding-baring-bearing in the now of these troubled times.
“The seed of God is in us. Given an intelligent and hard-working farmer, it will thrive and grow up to God, whose seed it is; and accordingly its fruits will be God-nature. Pear seeds grow into pear trees, nut seeds into nut trees, and God-seed into God.” Meister Eckhart
While resting beside Echo Lake,
A thriving refuge tucked aside from concrete carvings,
I am summoned to attention by two red-winged black birds.
He perches atop a winter-withered reed.
She plunges deep into the safe bosom of branches and she stays.
The primordial rhythm endures
Echoing the sacred cycle
Set in motion by bits of star dust
Burst from the verdant void before time.
Bird eggs into birds
Pear seeds into pear trees
Nut seeds into nut trees
Human seeds into humans
God seed into God.
God-gene generates godliness.
Like red-winged black birds
Human souls echo the same cycle:
Return, return, return
Return to the God seed
To brood and bare.
© rita h kowats 2014
The grey Canadian geese like
arrowheads are pulled north
beating their powerful wings
over the long valleys…
Our people are moving and we
must choose and follow
through all the ragged cycles of
build and collapse,
epicycles on our long journey
by the north star and the
magnetic pole of conscience”
Circles on the Water by Piercy, Marge
Photo Credit: Deborah Koff-Chapin has created a technique she calls “touch drawing.” She calls them “SOULCARDS.” They come in two decks of 60 images and can be used alone or with others as reflection tools. They have enriched my meditation for years and have helped those I companion with. You can learn more at Deborah’s webpage www.soulcards.com
“The seed of God is in us. Given an intelligent and hard-working farmer, it will thrive and grow up to God, whose seed it is; and accordingly its fruits will be God-nature. Pear seeds grow into pear trees, nut seeds into nut trees, and God-seed into God. ” § Meister Eckhart
I lie latent in the Ground of my soul
waiting for the Farmer-Spirit to till the soil,
turn me over to bake in the Son,
and nourish me with the elixir of her grace.
Human seed conjoins with
God-seed and produces a
The holy, hard-working
Smiles at the
© rita h kowats 2014