Even a seed must be formed bit
By painstakingly long bit and
Even then its journey continues.
Is it food?
Does it feed off another?
May it wait for yet another type of seed
Which by combining
becomes something new.
The hazelnut contains the universe –
The work of millennia formed and
Transformed into this tiny seed.
Give it soil, rain, sunlight –
The nut transforms into something
Quite different – larger, broader
Containing multitudes of itself
For all of time (maybe).
All the tree releases from itself –
Gases to fill the air,
Nitrogen to feed the soil
As it dies it decomposes into hummus and fungi
Decomposes into
Soil and spore and molecule.
The world below and the sky above
Filled again by what had been
One tiny seed, by what had been
Universe.
So what of my short life?
The lesson may be not so much
All my transformation
But mostly I am stardust as much
As I am flesh and
To stardust I will return.
The vanity of life
Its crowning glory:
The whisper of eternity
In each breath,
Each turning of a life.
Writer’s Workshop, 11/16/25
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