seed, spec, bindu spent ‘neath the grime, the grit, oh god, we know it as dirt,
and this groping eruption broke me out of death, spread tendrils deep…
reaching for some dark, and light, oh where, i felt such piercing heat
take me there…
somewhere not where spec began but yes and beyond.
the explosion here morphing red rich rowdy
ain’ nuthin’ compared to the quiet rumble down
in the earth quake making these big booming soul blooms
right. on. time. see…
the cactus blooms when the cactus blooms…
J. Ruth Kelly 
I love that last line.
:o)