Of Seeds

Of seeds:

of seeds and all they hold at once - that the story of every forest, grassland, to individual plant and flower that ever came before is contained in a thing so small. A pin point of existence traced to an ocean's edge and the emergence of life and infinite too in reach towards what has yet to touch the earth. Every seed is end result as well as continuation, past story of wind and pollination, birds and insects gathered to its aid, of wildfires, drought, and touch of ancient rains. All that to one seed, found now, and that so much more too is offered in its hold. There is a forest here, crops, a future bloom, all possibilities that have yet to touch a field, and simple waiting for right conditions to unfold. 

all from a single seed.

we're of the very same nature, a story of first creation, of elements found from a stars collapse, earth dust, and ocean's blood - we're long stories told of struggle, survival, continuation. What we are at this point is traced to ancestors and not just of human source, but all we've ever been before, particles that belonged as ancient forms and now lend themselves to our support. 

continuous seeds.

and too we will still become more, our particles now will one day return themselves as a leaf or blade of grass, to the fingertip of newborn child with a promise of its own. We are endless in this way, continuous seeds even now, becoming and always becoming, reborn to every moment new. This is why we're infinite, not just as human story, but of creation itself, through even before the big bang of events to the stillness that existed right before. 

we're timeless.

seeds of every moment.

~

Peace, Eric