The Seed, whether through love, luck, hate or ambivalence, it knows not, cares not, is planted.

 

With undivided attention or ignoble ignorance, it takes root.

 

Struggling, it begins to form, slowly yet unyielding, it will not be denied. It’s will to exist too strong.

 

It grows, nourishment coming from its environment. Getting bigger, stronger, spurred on by outside stimulus. It feels, reacts, striving to be seen, to be heard, to be felt.

 

The surface is broken. It comes to form, no longer ignored or forgotten. Pushing through with the strength of its surroundings, welcome or not.

 

It is fresh, new, unscathed; brought forth not of its own volition but through the will of another.

 

Its intentions, motivations are none. It seeks not to transform or transfigure but simply be.

Content to respond, rather than produce. Stimulated by interaction it reacts to reaction.

 

Showered on it thrives, growing strong. Encouraged by the attentive light, caressed by its embracing warmth, it blossoms.

Ignored by the mindful dark, chilled by the cold reception, it withdraws.

 

Now grown, it survived, not only a creation, now a proponent. Still reacting to but not satisfied, it acts. No longer a victim of circumstance but a perpetrator of events, now and yet.

 

Strong, capable, weak, feeble, it has learned, adapted to what is taught and delivered what it learned, intentional, unintentional, real, or imagined, no matter.

 

It affects its space and stakes its claim. Comfortable or not, healthy or not, it is what was created and is what it creates.

 

The seed persists; changed, the same. Evolution, natural selection, creation, conscious choice, all interconnected.

 

Affected and effected, in full bloom, its time short. The course run, time to sow or no, it matters not. Whence it came it now returns.

 

Back to the beginning, if not the end.