A seed is truth yet to reveal its color, the future still unavenged, the generous promise of tomorrow—the prosperous silence that accomplishes without action. It feeds on itself and reaches for the sky. And I am hunger itself, the will that demands fulfillment in the garden where I longed to be reborn. Failing to draw you toward me made you all the more irresistible. For you are the quest, and I am the encounter. I am the wind, you are the earth. But I am also a seed, and I know nothing of tomorrow.

You seek from me a sign, something to ground you, to give you the certainty to surrender to your desires. But desire, love, and the future are woven from the same uncertain fabric—ours to embrace, yet never fully control. What I offer is the sweetness of the encounter, a lesson in tending to the seed, in caring for the earth, in waiting with serene patience for blossoms to unfold, for the harvest, for the fruits that carry my essence. You ask the seed its intentions, hoping for guarantees that will shield you from the beastly fear of yesterday. But what certainty does life ever grant? People come together, fall in love, and lose themselves—all at once. Flowers bloom in color, only to fade. Bonds form and unravel. Life startles us with its contradictions, its vicissitudes, pulsing from within—wild, restrained, too much, too little—beyond the logic that seeks to protect us from change, beyond the illusions that cradle us in comfort.

Yet, when we accept that life is a stage painted with infinite colors, teeming with uncertainty yet infused with renewal and strength—like seeds whispering tomorrow’s promise—we can breathe softly, create goodness, forge beauty, and walk the unexpected paths ahead. Illuminating shadows, embracing every inevitable smile that welcomes the heart. I am made of alternations and clothed in contradictions. I am spring, ready to reap my fruits. I am winter, waiting within expectation. 🌻

©️ Beatriz Esmer