Seeds, Rain and Harvest

This poem is inspired by Rumi--expressing his ancient sentiments for our ears and time:

The mystery of human existence is this:
We are like seeds--asleep in seed-form.
The divine rain comes and You fall
all around us making a moist, sweet stain in our world.
Our seed coverings begin to decay,
and You mix with whatever is inside us.
And look! Something entirely new arises.
But in time your bright divine blade falls
and the harvest begins
at the keen edge of this present moment.
And then You make bread, and You eat
and our souls slide into the very seeing of your Soul...
light upon light
as your Light covers all.