Yours to Sow

Where do you go when you’re all alone,
and your mind struggles to be still—
thinking too fast, thinking too slow?
Can you sit in patience,
or is your heart still prone
to wander in circles,
afraid to be known?

Presence requires a certain diet,
yet the mind is restless, can’t keep quiet—
trimming thoughts and feeding fears,
avoiding truth for shallow cheer.

But what can be done for those who seek
to sit alone and simply be?
The best medicine is the one you find,
when breath, and heart, and soul align.

Discomfort is your truest friend—
the one that helps your spirit mend.
A mirror shaped by what is concealed,
revealing all you are yet to feel.

So do not fear your mind when you sit alone—
the thoughts, the patterns, the undertone.

Discomfort visits—not to sting,
nor stifle your joy, nor ground your wings,
but teach what shadow yearns to show:
that growth requires highs and lows.
It nourishes earth where sorrow falls,
with tears that seed a healing call—
shadow exists as proof of light,
and darkness restores your inner sight.

From soil to soul, the two entwine,
an endless curve—a sacred line.
Peace is not escape nor flight,
but learning to hold both day and night.

And in time’s soft hand, you’ll come to know—
the self you sought was yours to sow.

—Colleen E Murray