Some seeds beneath the earth are dormant.
They fell the last time, the cool air
turned the leaves to gold.

Those seeds have different needs
than we do; let them go about their life
completely unharmed by your views.

We have cracked open, we sensed even
beneath the earth - the holy was near,
and are reaching up to know and claim

Light as our self.

St John of the Cross (1542-1591)  Spain

Translated by:  Daniel Ladinsky
Lyric arrangement (and words) from and based on a poem in Love Poems From God,  copyright 2002 by Daniel Ladinsky.  Used by permission of Daniel Ladinsky