love seen, unseen

and I said to myself,
'be like the roots
of a large old tree -
never resting
in the steadfastness
of a ground
held tight,
for that's not how
you can grow;
move out,
far away
from what feels safe,
grope in the darkness
of a world
where you cannot hold,
but are always held
by the breaking
of new ground;
and as you grow
those tiny wings
that bore through the earth
who nourishes you,
seek out the strength
of your own being,
in the becoming
of all that is embraced;
for your home
is not where you first
took root,
it is in all that you
seek and return
with love,
never once imagining
to reach the blue sky
that feeds you
with its unseen love.'