Life is just
The fruiting body
Of existence...
We are all tubers
Of the same mycelium
We're merely protruding
Above the tar pit
Of our ancestors
Just curious cicadas
Climbing the tree of life...
Our souls have spent eternity
Underground
We erupt
Like smug crude oil
From a geyser of greediness
Like some premium grade
High octane diesel
That costs 30p per litre more
Than the forms
That have come before us
We are anything
But humble...
Nothing more
Than a spectacular splattering
Of atoms...
But we're only
Broken dreams
And dark matter...
A slight ripple
In the cosmos
A stitch
In the seams of nothingness
But what does it matter?
We exist!
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nicely written friend
Thank you so much Norman.
- Syd 🍄
most welcome
Nicely composed from a view that I too hold. We are all part of a whole that forms the universe. Well articulated and with images and metaphor easily digested it tells its story well. Loved it
Thank you so much for your kind comment Sorenbarret. Very much appreciated.
I'm glad this write resonates with you.
- Syd 🍄
My pleasure Syd
A most enjoyable read, Syd 👍🏻🕊️
Thank you so much arqios.
- Syd 🍄
What I admire most is the intelligence of your minds thoughts. So clever and a hint of humour and so much positivity with a fabulous message that actually makes me smile today, especially as I'm sitting on a beach watching those on super yachts. Love your mind dear Syd, in the end we are all just oranges and lemons 🌹 💜
Hi Shirley, that's such a kind comment. Thank you so much 😊. Enjoy your day at the beach and I hope in some way the write above has helped put those on the super yachts in some sort of perspective.
Take care my friend and enjoy the rest of your holiday.
-Syd xo
Syd, what a wonderfully strange existential ride. This moves through ancestry, ego, absurdity, and cosmic insignificance before arriving at a fierce affirmation. Brilliant piece, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you so much Tristan. That means a lot coming from such a philosophical soul.
Much appreciated.
- Syd 🍄
Ostensibly a lesson (not to be ignored) on the nature of mushrooms, this opens out as, for me, valid commentary on the nature of humanity, my existence and in passing my consciousness.
Thanks for the richness of the analogy, Syd
Hi Dave, thank you for your kind comment mate.
Much appreciated - Syd 🍄
There’s a damn wild collision of biology, petroleum, ancestry, and cosmic insignificance here, and somehow it all circles back to the simple fact of existence. “We are all tubers / of the same mycelium” is a killer image, while that final “We exist!” feels like a fist raised against the void.
Thank you so much! I love that you picked up on the collision of all those different images — I wasn't entirely sure where biology ended and crude oil began myself and I'm really pleased the ending landed the way it did. For all the insignificance and absurdity of it, we're here — and that's got to count for something.
that is surely a different take on our origins....keep reflecting, and share more gems...
Thank you. I'll try.
- Syd 🍄
looking forward...
I’ve been called many things, but ‘tubers of the same mycelium’ is a first. Truly clever.
In the end, I do have something of a crowned mushroom in me.
Brilliant verses.
Hi Carlos, thank you.
Technically, they're not tubers but sclerotia. I knew readers would understand though. In one of my later writes I use the correct term. Yeah I think I have a little psilocybin in me also😉
Cheers - Syd 🍄
Sclerotia, noted. I’ll keep my crowned mushroom identity anyway — taxonomy can be flexible.
And yes, a little psilocybin in the soul never hurts
Cheers 👑🍄
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