I, the Seed

By | December 20, 2010

I am the Seed. And I have to lose myself. I, the Seed, have to explode and lose myself.

Only then is the Tree born.

But I, the Seed, resist and say, “No, I must survive.”

And so I, the Seed, survive. But the Tree will never be born.

And so, I, the Seed, feel frustrated because the Tree is the meaning. And when the Tree is not born, I, the Seed, will feel frustrated.

I, the Seed, can feel fulfilled only if the Tree is there flowering.

But then I, the Seed, have to lose – lose myself and die.