Your heart is full of fertile seeds, waiting to sprout.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I know it sounds ridiculous, but I haven't quite got over the miracle that you plant things, and they do sprout up.
A seed, after all, is an embryo, a potential plant waiting for its moment to grow. It has what it needs to begin. But it can also put itself on pause. It can wait.
Life does not accommodate you, it shatters you. It is meant to, and it couldn't do it better. Every seed destroys its container or else there would be no fruition.
You have to get up and plant the seed and see if it grows, but you can't just wait around, you have to water it and take care of it.
I think that any time of great pain is a time of transformation, a fertile time to plant new seeds.
Though I do not believe that a plant will spring up where no seed has been, I have great faith in a seed... Convince me that you have a seed there, and I am prepared to expect wonders.
Every seed is awakened, and all animal life.
Look around for a place to sow a few seeds.
They're now turning those seeds into intellectual property, so they have a virtual lock on the seeds upon which we all depend for our food and survival.
So in the dark we hide the heart that bleeds, And wait, and tend our agonizing seeds.