A child isn't born unless the mother undergoes extreme pain Treasures are not discovered without wandering deep into treacherous ruins

Soul Farmer

A child isn't born unless the mother

undergoes extreme pain
Treasures are not discovered without
wandering deep into treacherous ruins

Eternal summers are ill-conceived
by the uneducated minds
Without hardship and suffering
there is no redemption or ascension
Without winter, summer stops existing.

A farmer tills the soil, breaking the old
surface, preparing for new plantation
Be a farmer of the soul
A seeker and a lover who is bold

Unearth your soul from your self
and gaze upon Divine Radiance
Lo and behold!
Countless miracles is your essence
finding them, your goal.

Comments

Mo Durrani (author) from Surrey, B.C., Canada on July 28, 2019:

Cheers Brenda.

Stay blessed! ☺✌

BRENDA ARLEDGE from Washington Court House on July 27, 2019:

Such a deep, philosophical poem. Your meaning gets through the detailed description.

If only, people would dig deep down to find their true self.

Good write.