Copyright Alisa Blanchard 2011
Open to me precious divine 
In the years over years
You blossom from the sweet
Nectar of my inner passions.
Growing forth,
Sending dreams as seeds
In ballistichory ways.
We cannot see
Where roots will take place,
Beyond our sight
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“In ballistichory ways” – what a fresh image – and I love the last three lines. A wonderful metaphor!
this is a sister poem to another I will post today. I love the idea of ballistichory projection… the idea that sometimes seeds are just thrown far away – and able to take root.