The seed is where it all begins. Her arm brushing against yours at the library. A look shared and then hurriedly denied across the class room. The sillage of the perfume that belonged to that girl who just left before you entered. How does someone find her now? Put out a hue and cry ad? Leave it to destiny? Or Forget………..
The seed of the desire, the seed of a stare, of flirt, the seed of dare dropped just so; the seed of mystery. These are the seeds that we scatter and collect each day of our lives.
I used to wonder may be it was the way she smiled. The way the sin went to hide inside her hair or the arc of her eyebrow that dared me to not love her. I wonder it was the way the morning woke up in her eyes, or how a whisper seemed to escape her lips each time she threw her head back and laughed at me.
And when she held my face with her hands caressing and gently running her fingers in my hair, I looked at her mesmerizing face, I saw the seeds scattered everywhere around us.
I screamed……
Pick them up, Make them yours.
Pick them up, Make them mine, Be mine.
I am yours.
I have made you mine.
Put a seed in your shirt pocket and the heat of your heart will force it to germinate.
Put a seed in your mouth and think of your love. Watch petals fall from your lips each time you take her name.
Put a seed in your palm and close it when you sleep.
In the morning, you will need to climb down from the monster ivy that grew so high that you are in the clouds.
Pick up the seeds thrown at you in an act of fate. Some are made to be banyan trees, some to be roses, some just destined to be cactus. Every moment alive is a chance to grow and to make things better. Each time she look at you waiting to catch your eye, linger, Let yourself be caught. When your fingers brush against each other’s,
stop and plant the chance to hold a hand.
And if by chance you happen to fall in love with an impossible thing, sow the seeds of passion, madness, truth. There is one for everything.
Try to see fallows of every future that you did not dare to tempt fate with.
And always remember: Where she is standing is a field of everything that could be, and all that have no possibility of survival.
