The Floor is Here

I have in my hands a blueprint
As I continue to recurse
Stubbornly searching for a seed
Which accepts me and I it
I begin to see that acceptance plays out inside me as well.
I can only accept the seed when I can accept myself accepting the seed.
I wonder then if it is the seed I cannot accept or myself?
Are they two or one?

If two, they are the builder and the blueprint
I am the builder of the blueprint for the builder who will succeed me
And I find in my hands another blueprint

If one, I am the seed
I can only accept the seed when I have accepted myself
I am paralyzed by my own ignorance of myself
Filled with the anxieties of imperfection
I return empty handed