Planting a flower!

The weight of a dream
Is what I hold in my palm
This day, when planting my garden.
It is not too heavy
But made of potential images
(Exactly the weight of a photograph!
This potential flower is!)
When love enters
My palm’s lines
Deepening with age so I can bare
And See properly her values and qualities beforehand)
The volume of one seed’s potential.
The universe tumbling in my hands.
Much more weight than before
As I dig her resurrection grave.
I received this message from this seed-
Empathy has the weight of a dream
You once had
Or the dirt in your hands
When planting a flower
In evening
With Love.