Life Buried Me, and I Only Realized I Am a Seed

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Life buried me,I realized,I am a seed.

Life buried me again and again,until I discovered,I am a seed of love.

—Ushi

Picture by Wolfgang Korazija

You are the future.

The grand sunrise dyes red

the endless expanse of plains,You are the dawn, as the dark night flees,You are dew, the morning birdsong, and a virgin,You are a stranger, a mother, and death.

You are born from the ever-changing image of fate

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standing in the long, lonely solitude,without mourning nor acclaim,like a primordial forest, you are far from rhetoric.

You are a profound reflection of all things,with lips tightly closed, containing the mysteries of survival,you show yourself in different ways:

for ships, you are a harbor;

for land, you are a ship.

—Rilke

Picture by Katerina Radvanska

You must constantly accelerate, relentlessly giving your toil,no one will reveal to you the mysteries sleeping in ignorance.

The world hides in ignorance,To see everything within it,

you only need to quietly listen.

There is no truth, nor error,there is no object, nor imagination.

—Emil Zola

Picture by Zsolt Zsigmond

Actually, there is nothing you cannot let go of.

As time passes, when you look back, you will find that

the things you once thought you couldn't let go of

were merely stepping stones in life,that allowed you to grow.