03/03/2026
March 3 3.3.9
The seedlings have sprouted, risen up through Mother Earth’s bed of loam, and exposed themselves to the elements of water, air, and fire.
They sip from morning dew resting on their leaves, dancing to the symphony of bird song, and reaching to the heavens of purest golden light.
They vibrate, with the pulse of Gaia, inhaling, exhaling, expanding with each breath, releasing oxygen as spirit, as life.
As above, so below.
As below, so above.
Subterraneously, roots spread like wildfire, intertwining, splitting, and resurfacing.
Surfacely, shoots blossom into wholeness, sprouting, branching, expanding, proliferating.
The roots do not fear the dark.
The shoots do not question the light.
Both honor the silent architecture of Infinite Innate Intelligence unfolding.
Emergence from the seed is remembrance in motion.
Terri Akaya Malek