The Seed Of Friendship i was once but a seed planted in the soil, much anticipating my growth and full blossom. within my petit garden, sowed and fed by our nurturing mother, i was surrounded by many fellow seeds. all of us indifferent to each other, mother always told us that it is the difference between us that makes us unique to life and that what we give to our garden we will receive two-fold upon the coming days of the end. to my immediate left there was the seed of dispair. he was a lonely seed and seemed to only seek refuge in his wants. mother always told him that getting what you need, the basic fundaments of life, were what was important, and that greed for what one wanted would only bring disappointment and frustration. this seed did not show concern though, and blindfolded his ears to her words of wisdom. he stole from the rich offerings of the earth, taking whatever he could. this seed only wanted to become something that everyone around him would love, would want...no matter what that price was. eventually, after the winter came and went and the spring sprung upon our garden green....this seed became a weed. though he tried hard to appear pleasing to the eye, sprouting a yellow flower upon his green shaft ... everyone around him knew that he was just a weed. to my immediate right there was
another seed. what i like to call a gentle seed. he went through his
seed life listening to mothers words, respecting mothers words, and
living by mothers words. i soon fell in love with the gentle seed and
eventually turned my being towards him. it was through this gentle seed
that our garden grew.... he grew, he changed, he prospered and finally
he bloomed into the most beautiful flower amongst our garden. mother was
proud of him and said he had much to offer her earth. people who
walked by our garden would always stop to admire his beauty. many
referred to this gentle seed as the ultimate offering of mother nature.
no one ever dared to pluck him from the roots of our garden, as everyone
knew this would kill his very being. it was much more pleasureful for
those to be able to bask in his presence even if but for a short while.
meanwhile, the weed, looking wilted and brown through his frustrations
of disappointment, eventually died. he died without ever experiencing
the beauty of giving and receiving. the weed only took from mother ....
and he became a product of greed and selfishness. i felt pity for the
weed, and befriended him throughout his lifetime. i felt sorrow for him
... as mother once said it is our differences that matter and which need
to be accepted, no matter how fatal they may prove to be. i thought love
would make the dispaired seed change. mother told me that this seed
would be given another chance, next spring, inwhich to change his ways
... but that he must be willing to learn from his past life errs and
make the changes necessary to bring him to the ultimate. i bloomed next
to the weed ... whispering thoughts of love, of acceptance, of
tenderness. i never shunned the weed for what he was, but rather
accepted him for what he could have offered to our garden. he never
thanked me before he shrivelled back into the rich soil of our mother
earth, he never expressed gratitude for the shelter i gave him. but that
is okay, i have learned....because the beautiful gentle seed, to my
immediate right, has shared enough of his prosperity with me that i am
able to flourish into a flower. it was through my friend, the gentle
seed, that i saw we all belong to each other. my friend, the gentle
seed, gathered the pieces of my petals which were distorted and taken
from me by the wind and gave them back to me all in the right order. it
is good you know, when you have a seed who is a friend of your mind. and
it is good you know, when you have a seed planted in the mind of love. Kelly-Jean Eldon |