Me, as a Seed

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          If I were a seed I’d, at first, be part of a plant. Depending on the plant, my own process for becoming a plant could involve a number of different adventures. For instance, the wind could blow me loose and I’d soar through the air. Maybe soaring low, maybe soaring high, until I landed on soil.
          Or maybe I’d land on a bird, or a ground dwelling animal, that would carry me even further. Foxes are cute and clever. I’d like to take a ride on a fox.
          Or maybe an animal would walk by, brushing the plant I’m currently a part of, I’d attach to its fur and I’d travel that way; by deer or by jack rabbit.
          Maybe heavy rains would wash me away from my parent plant and I’d travel by small stream until the stream gave way to creek or river or merely to saturated soil.
          Or maybe I simply fall from my parent plant, landing not too far away, as they stand over me or as they wither back into the soil.
          Once resting, I’d wait.
          I’d wait for the right amount of moisture to soften my protective outer shell. I’d wait for the right conditions, the right temperature. Worry can not touch me. My intuition guides me in every moment, especially the most important ones. Without doubt or even questions, I’d begin to let go, to open up, to embrace allowing my insides to bring forth a gift from the divine. What I become has always lived inside of me. With the right amount of sunshine, I’d burst forth on to the already magical scene, adding my own special, undeniable touch.
          I’ve been here all along, it’s true. But, in my intended and inevitable earthly form, I and the world around me are more aware of my presence than ever. All of nature embraces me, Life embraces me, I embrace me.
          I might provide sustenance. I might provide joy through my beauty. I might provide shade and protection through my leaves. I will most certainly just be. Just being is the thing.
          And I’ll grow seeds of my own that will fall, hitch a ride, ride a wave or just wander away to their own destiny. They are me, and I am them, in this endless, beautiful wave of existence.