Thor, the Norse God of Thunder, had a hammer named Mjölnir. Mjölnir was considered a fierce weapon that could level mountains and summon lightning with every blow. In this poetry blog, every Thursday, (Thor’s Day), Mjölnir will forge only song - sing of the mysteries and beauties of the world.

Thursday, January 19, 2023

THE SEED

There is a pool within us
in which we may find 

another. It is easy to 
mistake the image we see

for our selves.
But the image is not us.

Who is it, then?
Who is mirroring our gaze 

in those mythical waters?
There is a buoyant seed 

in this question.
If we steep in it

and let its roots reach deep,
an attention and affection,

a grace and care, will artfully 
open from this seed, 

will arise, blossom up and out
of the alluring waters

to show us that beauty 
and transformation, 

acceptance and love
are bigger than

the surface of things:
that Nature is forever

replicating itself, and is
a visible invisible 

flowering 
in all things.

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