🌱 The Dreams of Seeds
Seeds are silent biological containers for new life. As they travel through space and time, their journey is one of transforming life. They are the channel of time becoming change. The wandering of a seed to soil is unpredictable and chaotic; it often makes no sense to us.
In their slumber, the seeds dream of a faraway place and long for their mother. They dream of a dark embrace on a distant horizon. They long for the intersection of time and space, the threshold of material existence.
The seeds are thrust to and fro by seemingly disconnected and random currents in a relentless passage. Propelled by mere chance, they travel through light and shadow borne by both seen and unseen forces. Their sole guide is the memory of hope. Each perturbation etches a new verse of resilience and patience in their dream.
They endure a journey to their resting place while they continue to dream in shattered thoughts; their visions flicker in fragments. They feel the pull of the earth, the whisper of rain, and the promise of the earth.
They are forever predestined to a transient wandering into an infinite tapestry of space and time. They are the bearers of change on an unpredictable voyage.
At last, some reach their destination, be it time or location. In that moment between longing and fulfillment, they awaken. Be careful to recognize that the new form is a guaranteed form of destruction or rebirth. Death or Life. Destruction if the time or place conspire against them, rebirth if both the timing and location is condusive to life. Perhaps a lasting testament of cruelty and misalignment, or a tender rebirth born of the seed's unspoken prayer.
Crepi il lupo! 🐺