Poem: Healthy Seeds (Nurturing Your Mind)

My mother always said, "Watch what you say. You can't take it back." Some people live as if they don't know that words can hurt and words can heal. Each word begins with a thought. We can cultivate healthier thoughts, nurture self-awareness, and create more intentional ways of thinking through poetry and reflection. "Healthy Seeds" is a poem written by Venus Jones that uses rhyme, rhythm, and meaningful storytelling to explore how the thoughts we nurture can shape our choices, relationships, and emotional well-being. This poetic mindfulness practice invites you to pause, reflect on the seeds you are planting in your mind, and consider which thoughts deserve your attention. Listen to this gentle reminder that small shifts in thinking can help you grow. The poem includes background music entitled: "A Quiet Promise" by Hazma Boyer.

Transcript

I want you to imagine. That you're saving someone's life. That there is someone following in your footsteps. There are words that you've already spoken that have been planted into a fertile mind. How much greater would your legacy be? If you believed that your words matter. Plant healthy seeds. And reap what you sow. If you water the thought. It will certainly grow. He said. You don't count. You are so weak! Don't let those words hinder your peak. Are you watering that limiting seed? If so, You will hinder your growth indeed. She said. You're ugly. Hmm, Have you let it go? You are so beautiful. And divine. Please grow. He said. You're an idiot. You are so slow. You know whatever you want to know. Start nourishing your light and take back your power. Affirm you are patient. Every minute and every hour. If they say. You're too skinny. Or you're too fat. Tell them. I accept myself. As I am. And that's a fact. If they say, I was just trying to let you know that I care. You prefer a hug. Nothing else will compare. Your father said you, You are sissy. Your mother said, You're blind. Are their words locking the door to your healthy mind? If you're happy and you know it, Clap your hands and don't you stoop as low. Because. . . You're always divine. Just as you are. Tell them. You were made in the image of love. No one can steal your joy. You can give it to them, But they can't keep it. No woman, No girl, No boy, True joy. You will never lack. Mmm, When you say African. Jewel. Irish? I'm proud of them. Pull out that toxic weed, Cut them some slack, Throw it away and bounce right back. You are a creator. Full of vibrant visions, Mysterious and grand. Would you focus on your source? Burdens feel lighter than each grain of sand so if they say you're You can. That lump in your throat. Ask yourself, Is this the truth? And that's all she wrote. Could you let those words go and it so can you tell me when You may even have to let go of your poisonous friend. To truly bend. You have the universe at your fingertips and you are a shining star like earth, Wind, And fire. No matter who you are. I can see you basking in your inner glory and there's a glow. I can see you harnessing your light, Continue to blossom and grow. Learn about yesterday. And it is a given. Tomorrow may never come. You can claim your present. Eat your cake, Don't you settle for a crumb. I see you. Planting healthy seeds, And reaping what you sow. When you water your thoughts. And speak live. You grow. If you enjoyed this poem. Please let me know. And continue. To give seeds. Plant them. And may they be healthy. Till next time. A Venus Chant.