from the formless

Coiled into fertile darkness,

I wait.

A gentle thrumming

– shaking

                awaking –

tentative roots from the formless, form.

Downward push.

Snaking into a question…?

The answer unfurls upward, breaking the soil, seeking the light.

Opening green, eating sun, flowering, fruiting, feeding –

life arising!

Creeping, crawling, flying –

– walking.

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