Tree-ness of a Tree, Rock-ness of a Rock

More than 90% of nature is nonbinary. Most plants are hermaphrodites. Some animals change sex depending on the environment. 

Clam-shrimps.

Venus flytraps.

Corals.

Nature is fluid and expansive in this way.

Sometimes I want to be like a tree or a rock. Not have features of a tree or a rock as in an anthropomorphized simile, such as in the expressions, “grounded like a tree” or “strong as a rock.” What I want is to embody the sheer tree-ness of a tree, the rock-ness of a rock. It doesn’t mean I want to become a tree or a rock and no longer human. That separation is irrelevant. A part of me recognizes the blurring of boundaries among everything and yearns to be part of such fluidity. 

Could I sit next to a rock and be a rock? I know it’s not as simple as that. I would like to know what it’s like to become an extension of or seamless with what is conventionally and on a sensory level thought to be separate from me. What love I would feel in melting into that oneness. Maybe it is not a question of binary or not, having two in one or moving from one to another in a particular direction. Maybe it is a constant overlap among everything where you can be the rock, you can be the tree.