Seeds

Many things make me cry:                               
Reading the news for example,

what cruel god wipes us out by the tens,
dozens, and hundreds, painfully one by one?
Is that to keep the numbers down?
Is that to remind us that life and death;
good and evil,
are one and walk hand in hand?

I cry because of what I have lost,
because of what I have done...
or  havenot done
for what I will or will not have

Then I descend to the depths
since the surface is so choppy
and there I find a seed,
something to treasure,
something to make my heart smile:
This Moment! What else do I have?

Smokie quartz with wood, acai seeds and brass finish metal on clon cord.

Three option necklace.