Consciousness goes where it is needed. It responds when it is called. It enlivens, ripens, and savors the fruit of its garden.
The careful gardener grows us with its light, until we are heavy and sweet for harvest. When we are ready, like a full apple, we release our attachment from the tree. Thudding into the earth, we spill our seeds into the soil.
Consciousness is here, tending the seeds with its light. The shoot of an apple tree erupts from the surface, a new life in the abundant garden, and Consciousness is here.