“To flower out in the sunshine and air,
a seed falls into the loam,
where the dead gather
like old old friends
to compost their pain into beauty.
I am a seed.
To sing, I fall into silence.
To radiate golden joy, I fall into darkness.
To know wisdom, I leave the dry land of thinking
and fall into the ocean of bewilderment.
Are you poor in spirit?
Do you desire true wealth?
Be a seed.
Vanish into your opposite.
Give thanks
for a blade of grass,
the stillness of the swallowtail on a weed,
the rise and fall of this breath.”
Fred Lamotte
Chorlton Unitarians 