seeds

The seed lies buried until its hard shell splits open, as the plant lying dormant within bursts forth from its husk. The seed has no control or awareness of its nature or purpose. Its destiny is intrinsic and mysterious from without. Anyone seeing it would conclude it must be dead; unmoving and buried so deep in the dark. How could something as small and inconspicuous as a seed carry all the necessary ingredients, intelligence and energy to become an enormous, immortal fruit-bearing tree? Who knows, but it does.

Could we be the same? Could a human being be a seed? Quietly germinating in the dark of its confusions and sufferings, of this confining material existence, taking in nutrients and experiences until eventually dying in this form and bursting open into something greater? Could we carry the same mystery as the seed, which has no conscious awareness of its true purpose and potential? Which has to die as it is to become something new?