Searching
outside of yourself
in all the other
selves
creates conflicts
which
propagate seeds of
growth.
A spectrum of plants
exist in this jungle.
Seeds mutating-
Weeded, brown
muted-
rotten and hollowed
poisonous, seething
plants taking
and consuming.
Seeds transforming-
Green, vibrant,
alive-
bursting with color
food feeding,
fruit bearing
plants living,
giving life.
One can argue,
how a seed grows
is affected by the elements
and conditions it was
cultivated in...
But
even if it is,
as we all inevitably are,
doomed,
it doesn't negate
being.
In being,
it has a choice-
The free will to act
and grow to be
the seed,
the plant becoming,
in it's fated life.
Without searching
it does not expand.
Without growing
it does not transform.
Without the idea,
the external conflict,
the choice of life,
it remains a dormant shell,
not existing outside of itself.
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