Plant Seeds, the Right Seeds

I clapped my hands slightly to the side silently, his words touched my soul. He said, "Plant Your Seeds" which I have heard several times before but tonight it felt so brand new. He spoke of fertilizing the ground and harvesting your seeds to blossom into who you really are. He taught me, "how to love me" all over again! I soaked up every word from the time he spoke to the end, I shouted out silently from the heart as if I was in church. He overwhelmed me so much that a silent clap slightly to the side was the only reaction that I could give. Also, I sat-up front near the spotlight, so my shyness prevented my personal encore to the poet.

I thought about as humans, what seeds we are planting. He spoke of seeds that we plant and those of who come and plant seeds for us. We harvest all the seeds that are given, although they maybe good or bad. When referring to bad seeds, he is referring to us conforming to the thoughts of others about our skin, our hair, our thoughts, and the way we are. We accept the thoughts of what others may think of us negatively and we plant those seeds. Nevertheless, we plant bad seeds because we don't believe in ourselves.

It's time to plant your seeds, the right seeds.