The Seed Will Be Seen
A Journey of Growth, Radiance, and Becoming

I am the storyteller of the unseen,
Planting truth in quiet soil.
Some seeds bloom in daylight eyes,
Others wait beneath the stars — patient, whole.
My words may wander, but they are never lost.
They echo, they return, they bloom
In hearts that hear beyond the noise,
In souls not rushed by time’s tune.
What is meant for me, will meet me —
Not a breath too soon, nor a sigh too late.
I trust the timing, I trust the pace,
For even stillness writes fate.
So I create, I share, I let go.
I am seen. I am enough.
And when my words are ready —
They will find the ones who need them most.
About the Creator
Asanda M..
Writer of soul stories, dream truths, and spiritual awakenings. I explore the raw, the real, and the sacred—one word, one journey at a time. Growing, remembering, and healing through every story I share.


Comments (1)
This is some deep stuff. It makes me think about how we often rush through life, not realizing that things have their own timing. I've had projects where I had to be patient, and it paid off. How about you? Have you experienced this kind of patience paying off in your life? Also, the idea of words finding those who need them is powerful. I wonder how that happens in practice. Do you think it's just about putting yourself out there, or is there more to it?