Returning to Seed - Ingrid Chavez

I will plant the seed of us

With the ash of a long winter

I will exhale it all away…

And begin anew

I’m going down

I’m going under

Returning to soil

Returning to seed

I don’t know where I’ve been

But it is not here where I belong

So, I will sleep now

And i will dream of tomorrow

On the branch of the wild pear tree

He sits, a spangled starling

Each morning I watch for him

With the sun he comes with song

In the breath that moves

Through wooden flutes

In the sigh

Of the strings of a dilruba

In the lament of a spanish guitar

I remember

Here in the soil

I remember who I am…

Here in the seed

I remember

I’m going down

I’m going under

I’m returning to soil

I’m returning to seed

I’m returning to you

I don’t know where I’ve been

But it is not here with you where I belong

So, I will sleep now and dream of tomorrow

So, I will sleep now and dream of tomorrow