Stream of Consciousness 4 (7/25/14)

Overlords. Underlings.
Saplings in the breeze;
Alone beneath the trees
Of life. Life springs forth,
But overhead looms the darkness
From a thousand leaves,
Snuffing out the light,
Never to reach the forest floor;
Your growth is stunted;
Your roots go down,
But light cannot bring you up;
You are within the bonds of a network of many -
The social herd;
Planted. Unable to move on your own
From darkness to light

Oh, to be transplanted!
To be uprooted and moved 
To flourishing ground with abundant light!
How painful the uprooting,
The tearing asunder of countless ties:
Of your links to reality -
To people, to things, to ideas and beliefs;
And yet, as the last root snaps,
You become free;
And you feel yourself carried along
To a special place with choice soil,
Tenderly replanted, watered, tended,
Until you grow and stretch your branches,
And shed your old bark,
Ever expanding, ever reaching for the light -
The bright, glorious, life-giving light.