Harvest and Seedtime


Celebrating Life,
 the infinite of the Universe

Rolf A. F. Witzsche

 Bach Concert in Fmin, BWV1056

sample of pianist Serg van Gennip


Harvest and Seedtime
poem by Rolf A. F. Witzsche

The Seeds, wind-blown
Carriers of a secret still unknown
Poems in the words of nature
Sentinels of an Intelligence yet unseen
Prophets of the enduring
Apostles in an endless landscape

Harvest is seedtime, thoughts ripening
Carried as by a great wind
Carriers of secrets to unfold
Thoughts winged with Purpose
A force waiting, silent
Patiently waiting for the moment

Thoughts do awaken
Roused by the moist warmth in spring
Cascades of colors, colors of life
Bright yellows, bursts of silver-white
Thoughts becoming creations
Monuments of genius, builders of worlds

Who owns the seeds? Do we?
Who can fathom their wonder?
Life flows from then in great rivers
Rivers trailing into oceans
In them we are alone, each one is alone
Each thought is sovereign, beauty is its song

Thoughts are seeds, becoming ideas
Alive in discovering
Alive in listening
Alive in being touched by love
Alive in loving

Like seeds, thoughts fall to the ground
Potentials are lost
Hard grounds kill the precious
But we are Man
Hard ground becomes tilled, watered
The precious is nurtured in loving

Love for one-another, the human spring
Mankind is afloat in a sea that is Love
Seeds germinate, become plants
Roots break the ground
Love lifts the barriers, patiently
Silently waiting, reaching for the sky

Thoughts are the Universe unfolding
Landscapes of brilliance, ideas of power
Substance for enriching one-another
Substance of the forever maturing
Thoughts bearing new seeds within
Seeds for splendors beyond dreams

Each harvest is seedtime
A seed becomes a plant bearing new seeds
A thought unfolding, bears up civilization
A spark in the heart, bears the 'fire' of life
New worlds are created in the 'fire' of passion
We are the bearers of a 'fire' that is light

Builders of worlds are we
New Worlds, which have never been
Precious with riches grander than our own
Nature is Love reflected in loving
Love paints with the colors of its endless spring
Love paints us all - but who owns the seed?

Who owns the cradle for the seed?
Name it Intelligence, name it the Universe
Thoughts are seeds from an infinite fountain
Monuments of grandeur of good
Fields of flowers dancing in the sunshine
All nature whispers this to us

The melody of nature - what a song!
Whispers of a splendor grander than the heavens
Like seeds are we - we whisper too
Seeds bearing gifts for the world
Gifts wrapped up in sunshine
Gems are we - unfolding a majestic song!

Listen to the song
Listen to the heart
Listen to the silence where strands of love unfold
Listen to the symphony of our humanity
In this symphony we are One
One with the Universe itself.

Rolf A. F. Witzsche


Harvest is Seedtime

Apollo 17 astronaut Harrison Schmitt standing next to a boulder at Taurus-Littrow - NASA

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