Prem Rawat Unrehearsed Poetry: The Seed

Inside each one of us,
peace is like a seed
waiting to blossom.
Like the seed in the desert,
it lies in wait
for the time when water will come.

The seed has no way
of reading satellite maps
that show water is on its way.

It cannot turn on a television
and listen to the weather forecast.
All it can do is wait and be ready.
This is how it has adapted-
by lying in wait, ready.

It cannot say,
"The rain came,
but I wasn't quite prepared.
It was my day off. I was not supposed to
be waiting that day"

Nor can it say,
"I expected the rain
to come in the daytime
when I could see it coming."
It doesn't care about that.
All the seed can do is be ready.

In our heart also, there lies a seed
waiting to be fulfilled,
waiting to feel whole once again.

So many things
have entered into our lives.

The priority is no longer to be content,
but to look after all our responsibilities
and appease those on our list
to be appeased.

Where in this giant wheel of things
do we belong?

Are we the seed that is ready?

Or do we have an agenda that says, Not
right now
In a few years,
I will think about peace
and about being fulfilled."

Yet the thirst lies in wait,
nd lies in wait,
and lies in wait.

It always has and it always will.

I don't know
how intelligent a little seed is.
You would think
that with all our intelligence,
we would know what trust means.
But we don't.

We need to go to the seed to learn trust.

and as far as it can see,
there is no evidence of rain.
But it waits.

The only link it has to the rain
is the trust that it will come.
And somehow, the rain does come.
I have a feeling that the seed
knows more about rain than I do.
For me,
it is just a topic of interest.
For that seed,
it is its whole life.

I want to learn
about the rain of peace
coming to my desert because,
ultimately,
my life depends on that, too.

I want to have the trust in my heart
that, just as the rain comes,
peace will come in my life.

Maharaji