Journey of Wind and Seed
Transformation is my constant ground
How to sink roots into shifting sands?
What kind of flower am I that has no roots?
I’m like the seed of a dandelion flower
Blowing in the wind
At the whim of whatever current catches me
Though a slight intentional twist and turn can hook me onto the path of my highest delight
What an adventure! The Mystery!
Just me and the big open wide world out there
The triumphs and the follies
A touch down in a sweet garden bed
Quickly followed by life’s reality check
As the winds pick up again and off I go
I remember what it was like to be connected to that flower
With her roots in the earth
And I long for that comfort again
Though save from indulgence in what has been
If I am to be present with the joys and treasures of my journey
As a seed riding the wind along wild expansive landscapes
At times I question the perfection of this current I’m in
Relief comforts through feelings of where I came from
Shaded over and weeded in
I can remember my feelings then, yearning for a fresh start
Full sun, fertile soil, and other flowers around me with a thriving fragrance
That had the bees and butterflies in dancing frenzies of pollinator’s pursuit
I yearned for views of greater expanse
Gardens of rich variety and companion planting systems of
Succulent velvety beauty and vitality in community
Reflection gives rise to my feelings of perfection
Of this winds guidance and flow
Allows me to ride it out and be with it as a joyful lover
I am a seed in search of a new garden to grow
Inner cultivation is peaking
New growth is budding
The kiss of Spring commands these winds, and off I go