Short But Lyrical On A Difficult Day

What has Kali to do with me?
Everything. Her lotus feet
are the end of every pilgrimage.
When I meditate upon her
I float like a lily on an ocean of bliss.
I think of fire consuming fuel:
that is kali. Devotion to her
is the root of all happiness.
Salvation is her companion.
Think hard upon the wild-haired
goddess, and all becomes clear.

--Indial poet Ramprasad

Thus the wisdom of seedtime is simple: to hold still, to believe, to rest in the quiet darkness and know that a sunny future is ultimately ahead.

Seedtimes are dark times, times where we cannot see the light for the dirt and the soil and the muck around us. Yes that certainly sums up the day I had today. Dirt and muck.

Loamy soil is supposed to be good, supposed to be life giving and nurturing. The soil into which my day seemed to fall was soil entirely without goodness. It was stony and filled with twisted roots and stones to break the delicate roots my seed puts forth. The challenges were obstacles, not honest fertilising quests to aid growth and practise. The soil leached away all goodness - was full of harshness that caused the shoots to come up crooked and deformed. Yet come up they did, for which I suppose I should be thankful; even if they only came up a little bit.