A seed floating on the winds
not knowing where to put down roots.
Drifting through life
tormented by a longing
for a cause to ground me.
Something worth dedicating this life to.
No, not quite that, or maybe more.
Deeper still,
a yearning for a holding
from which to live life.
Like the mycelial network
weaving through a healthy land.
Where is the culture to nurture
my existence?
Of This Earth 