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?

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