Deeply unsettling hickory
and street horn ablaze

I
play
with
words.

Pine needles seem to whisper things to one another.

A cherished moment

The dying winter

Light and the inochi, souls that go to tempered heavens

A spirit realm connected

A beautiful aura

A brightness of light emanating from
the chosen one

A blast of ethereality
In essence, a token of goodwill

When did the plants reawaken?

An awkwardly hung ear of buttercorn,
looking like a cashew fruit

Tough skin reveals a slender figure.

What was meant to be shared

Here we are, an oak field in the setting sun.

The great path

Leave behind those techniques which will
gently be overcome and redesigned.

You are essentially becoming an experience,
a catalyst for another soul's growth,
though you have not yet finished yours.

But why do we need to come here as babies
instead of just start out as adults?

In order to be placed into the earth plane,
you must enter a seed which inevitably must grow.

It is only from this early stage that one may enter.

Is it because a grown body's consciousness
would be too hard to penetrate?
I mean, why can't we just keep full grown avatars that never die?

An expendable future

So many breaths, caught up in the mystery.