this year everything shook around me i couldn’t unhook from what drained me.
and then i found a mirror that told the truth.
she whispered: go find your seeds – they hold your answers.
deep inside, they started speaking.
the dark seeds needing love.
the seeds ready for another path.
the seeds that could grow into light.
i asked myself this question: do i exist the way i am?
the answer was: not yet.
so i let go.
karmic cycles.
family weight.
toxic ties.
old wounds.
the urge to heal the world
it hurt. it frustrated me and then it opened up.
light came in.
now i know: when i lose it, i have to fall silent.
i look into that mirror. i breathe.
and i live — comseedly happy.
barbara linders, november 2025