Seeds of the hidden heartbeat

The prompt for Poets and Storytellers United is something you feel deeply about

The following poem is inspired by something I feel deeply about; the hidden pulse of life and the feeling of being guided.

Seeds of the hidden heartbeat

A force moved me
rising from the undergrowth of the world.
I followed the nudge,
leaned into its whisper,
I met a path without imprints
soft,
inviting,
yet daunting.

I pulled all strings of courage,
moved forward,
stumbled in the shadow
to test the weight of my bones.

The mysterious offered a hand,
words dropping like crumbs
along my path.

Dreams opened their gates.
Symbols wandered in,
insight brushed my thoughts
like stars passing the night sky.

Books fell into my hands,
their pages talking to me
I felt the pulse of light,
the shadow retreated.

I learned to trust the seeds,
growing into the heartbeat of life,
following the echo of the unseen
as it slowly faded.

The guiding hand released itself,
leaving the glow of its ember.