My interests are alive

Interests are new at every moment.

They are alive,

Constantly changing and shifting,

Waxing and waning.

Various potentials/possibilities arise and return,

From the source seed.

Like a fountain emerging from the ground,

And shooting up into the sky.

Like a blazing fire that rises,

Above the wood and embers.

I give them shape and co-create forms,

Just as a potter would create or null patterns,

On the potters wheel.

Every moment for me offers new opportunities,

For a new play.

I am a constant emanation,

Of authentic and integrous intelligence.

I constantly create art forms of all kinds.

The environment stimulates and pulls out the potential it needs,

Pulling potentials from the seed into a tree.

Else the seed pushes and manifests its possibilities,

In spite of environment resistance.

Among the millions of bubbling potentials from the source seed,

Arising and passing in my consciousness, 

Right from the time of my birth here, 

Some social-roles/identities were selected for a while and then they were dissolved.

Other times, I had interests in me so strong, 

That I created the identity,

In spite of there being no external need or pressure.

But all of this is changing and shifting.

It is like:

I was called forth from the ground,

To manifest small plants in the environment.

But with shifting conditions,

I was thrown back underground time and again.

To probably reemerge later,

When called forth again.

This is the relationship between me and the oversoul.

Right now, the oversoul has put me in exile, 

In an existential seclusion and hermitage, 

So that I can sort out my seed potentials.

It will open up to me once I've completed my inner work.

Or my own integration may direct a coherent source potential,

To manifest as a vision outside.

Making me bloom again as a plant or a tree.