Encore: Dream Seeds

Today I recognized a familiar feeling after I said my good-byes, and it reminded me of this poem:

My friend left town today, after

sprinkling

some dream seeds in my heart.

Tonight I'm going over them

with careful eyes and

tender fingertips,

pressing them in a little deeper,

lest the winds of doubt

blow

them away.

 

We cannot be together without magic

sparking--

somewhere in my urban retreat,

or in the words she feeds me

like a meal.

I am sad tonight that she's

gone.

When the last guest leaves is the

moment

that makes my chest

ache.

 

It is easier to wait

for dream seeds to take root

and sprout

when someone paints

a picture of the bloom,

when she

exhales

its fragrance.

 

Tonight I'm staring at dirt.

Trying to remember.

Patience is my skin;

my insides are

words

and

breath.

Dream Seeds, by Jen Lee

Comments

[liz elayne]

thank you for this. i know this feeling...yes. your words slip inside my heart.

sending light and blessings to you dear girl.

[rachael]

mmm... so so good. i know the feeling. and what beauty, what a gift, to have friends that paint pictures of the blooms. the cool thing is your bloom is so vibrant already. amazing.

[Helen (Dixon Hill Girl)]

Dream seeds sown in all our hearts. Thank you, thank you for everything, dearest one...

[chele]

Hmmm, thank you. i often find the transitions of the "goings" in my life unsettling. i so appreciate this perspective. I am soaking in inspiration and affirmation from you ...was ready to jump into the Integrate Retreat and just learned it is the same time as my daughters senior year musical production. (so disappointed)

[Katie @ cakes, tea and dreams]

lovely.

[stef]

perfect. xo

[Kate from Brooklyn]

Not just dirt but soil. Fertile soil. Thanks for this, Jen, and the weekend.

[cindi]

just lovely Jen
❤