MIDNIGHT SEED
by Midnight Seed
A seed
The house of the Garden of Eden
The darkest period of the night
Whispers of seeds tipping naked on the earth
Pushing forward into our new tomorrow
Laughing at our ignorance
We trample them underneath the ground
Massaging their little heads
Sending shock waves of information into their rounded bellies
They depend on us for the information of their becoming
And we yet not knowing depend upon them to broadcast our nature unto the many selves
Tickle my ear
Midnight seed is a living apothecary
A place of conversation between plant and woman
A hearing, a touching, a tasting, a honoring
We follow the imagining musings of plants
And they revel in our body of plant growing in the inner sanctuary
We take each other apart plant and me
There a seed becomes a mylk
Breast and seed - we know each other
There heat and seed become cheese
We know each other
Teas fall from trees pines and bees
Poured into liquid goblets
Ice cream, drinks, popsicles and teas
We find each others mylk
Finding liberation in our communion
Dinner table as healing art
Come 30 minutes before dinner is served
Sit with each other in silence
Until we see each other in silent discourse
Rattling the plates and dishes
Cups and saucers
We solve the hurt of our isolation
And find new wings to fly
Come to Midnight Seed’s table
At night