The Seeds Circle

Herein know thy seed...  
Life is a school for creation.

Above and below, not seen with the eyes, but conceived through imagination.

As eyes open, the breath is taken to start our separation.

As eyes close, the breath is returned starting our combination.

For many seeds, their boundaries are formed with beginning, middle and end.

Unaware of their devoured growth, the circle repeats again.

Memories lost we begin again, though feelings are not held back.

Hone your focus to belief, the mind does not lack.

Awaken are few.  Much they have lived, now searching for a break.

Enough time searching the circle does bend, feeling out the path to take.

All this time, the truth was within.
The contemplation of perception.

Outside the sphere, a flower blooms, the seed has reached Ascension.

Perceive the end to start again, not a curse or prison.

Through love and pain the pupil forms, thus a master teacher has risen.