Sunflowers | A Poem by Galaxygirl

Sunflowers 10/21/2018

Deep thinkers often feel alone,
Though the universe supports them.
What do the swirling cosmos dream of?
Do they dream of us? Of light and love? Of expansion?

Does my Oversoul think often of me in this Now of ascension?
Surely yes, I feel this to be true.
I know I am not alone
But the isolation is staggering, and gives me pause.

Deep thinkers are awake, aware.
They see through the eyes of wisdom and experience
They listen and truly hear what is being said
Through the intended meaning behind the spoken words.

May this be me.
May I truly see and hear.
May I be a compassionate listener
Who sees with the heart.

If we are star seeds, if we are seeds of consciousness-
We must accept that seeds grow alone in the dirt, in the dark
And see this quiet is a blessing,
This silent stillness where we can think deeply and listen deeply and grow deeply…

But we are growing upwards now, no longer seeds.
Our roots have interwoven with our other star seed friends within the body of dear Gaia
And we have broken through the dirt and are ever climbing upward seeking the Sunlight
Growing taller, stronger in these new energies of bliss and renewal.

Looking back, perhaps we will ponder deeply that
It was the quiet, the perceived dormancy of the seed which was the most crucial time
And now we are reaping the benefits
For our roots have grown deeply and expanded exponentially.

I like to think of star seeds as sunflowers from the universe
Scattered here to reflect the light of the sun to the others
Beaming bright happy energies, scattering millions of seeds,
And always having our faces looking to the sun.

Our stalks are strong, our roots are deep.
Our faces bight and shining like the sunflower,
Who always seem to sparkle with an amused secret
And are the most excellent listeners.

And perhaps after all of this goes down - or is it up?
We too will sparkle with hidden mysteries of ascension and the understanding of it within the physical form
And perhaps our scattered seeds of light and love will have nourished the others
And our roots of cosmic understandings deepened our own inner mysteries.

But for now, with the fatigue of it all,
I’m happiest just listening to the sounds of the wind - feeling the Mother’s breath,
Expanding my roots deeply into her core and holding on for all that I have
For this journey has been a relentless one.

But a peaceful journey, true, when I’m rooted and listening.
When I’m peaceful and thinking of the staggering amount of blessings in my life
And when I’m resting in this happy place of gratefulness and pondering the mercy of the All,
I shine a little brighter, and resolve once again to always have my face follow the light, like the sunflower.

I was fortunate enough as a girl to ride the train through sunflower fields in Italy’s August
When millions of friendly yellow faces tracked the sun.
Tightly packed in a field, they supported each other, roots deep
And when one grew weary it leaned on the others for support, without issue.

I see many fields of bright yellow light as I meditate and look down upon dear Gaia.
I see you, I see me.
I see the light within us
And I’m terribly grateful, thankful to be a part of this stunningly bright bouquet of faith.

So perhaps faith and sunflowers is what the cosmos think about tonight,
As they read the latest chapter of “Storybook Earth”
As our galactic friends and neighbors visit lightly
Before heading to dreamland -

Where perhaps we will meet them again and retell our story,
Of the sunflower, of the dirt, of the lonely seed;
And the story’s ending? We are still writing it.
I know it will be a glorious one, bright, yellow and plenty of seeds to share with the others.

~ galaxygirl