When a seed is born, it peers only into uncertainty and darkness.
Which way do I grow? I only get one shot at this.
My substance cannot go far before it is expired
And I must find IT – that thing.
I must find IT.

And so the little seed leaves its shelled home,
Its eye peering always forward-
Not knowing if forward be up or down
Or into stone beside.

And undulating,
Imperceptibly undulating,
A secret destination is plotted.

No one sees the single step,
The wave life, wave-like rocking
Gently back and forth,
Ever forward-
Praying that forward finds IT.

Undulating waves grow stronger and longer and taller,
And now a gentle hint of green can be seen from my body
In preparation to receive
That which I seek.
Preparing me for true my life purpose,
Unknown, yet emanating
Respirating even in darkness.

Finally I can see.
In a new unknown.
That feels so much like home.

In the light, all love is found.

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