Life is its own longing.

Is there to life, an inner wordless knowing? A force that holds the ultimate outcome already within its deepest not yet manifest potential? The potential that lies hidden in every seed that then unfolds and emerges like Russian nesting dolls, from seed to stem to bud to full blossom?

Is there such wordless knowing within us too? Biologically yes, of course. We emerge, grow and mature. But is there such a matrix, such a code for fulfillment in our inner being as well? An innate potential that longs to blossom? An inner drive, not random, but a crystal clear sense of direction and purpose? A force beyond choice? Or as Mark Nepo says, "beyond our wilful wanting".

So, then it is all about surrendering to that wordless knowing, succumbing to the natural forces of nature and submerging ourselves into that inner current. We surrender to "Life's longing for itself" as Kahlil Gibran so beautifully expresses it in The Prophet.  

And yet, choice does enter into this process. Life's longing for itself is innate and inevitable. Flowers can't NOT bloom. But for us it's a little different. We have to make a conscious choice to push the limits. This involves taking risks, often without knowing the final outcome.

"And then I realize that all the buried seeds crack open in the dark the instant they surrender to a process they can't see." -Mark Nepo

"Only those who will risk going too far can possibly find out how far one can go." - T.S.Eliot

Without pushing past the limits we will never know what's possible. We have to risk going too far. There is a distinct moment, perhaps many moments along the way, where we simply have to take a leap of faith, risk going too far,  risk falling, risk hurting. 

It'll take courage,

but bloom we must.