Roots

There will come a day, there will come a time….Where roots, so inextricably interwoven, deep and secure in the earth, find their will and their way to produce a sprout.

There is no clock, known or unknown, but the underlying truth and destiny is that this sprout will surface. It must.

Planted years, decades, milenia? Prior.

Time in the silent, nurturing, safe, embracing underground - roots mulling over which direction to take hold of next - all the while consistently continuing to interlink.

Connections formed instantly in a season, persistent over lifespans, and everything in between. All the while the system beneath the surface strengthens. 

There is no finality, no tactical plan, there doesn't need to be. Not with this. 

No. Nature moves and grooves just as it desires, just as it needs. 

Checklists are futile here. Logic and reason are mortal descriptors in this everlasting essence. 

Beauty exists here too. With no need for observation.

The intimate network of nodes and edges conduct limitless electricity. This.

This is why the sprout is inevitable.

And when it does break through into the open air, the most transcendent viridian exposed, adding to the wonder of creation surrounding.  

With this indescribable, nonspecific but undeniable foundation beneath…

This resultant lives on as a flame eternal into the expanse.