The Uncertainty in the Certainty

why do I want
to understand myself
and be understood?
why do I want to make sense
of everything that flows
in, out and through me?
why can't I simply be
like that pod on an ancient tree,
bursting from its seams
to release its seeds
on the wings of love,
in every season,
knowing
that some will sprout, and
some will crumble and die
in the warmth of certainty
in the uncertainty
of a compassionate earth.