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Singer Songwriter

seedpod

by Rachel Dillon
(Perth, WA, Australia)

Seedpod.
Seedpod holds the next generation protectively secure, for the most part, from hungry foragers, safe from the dessicating summer sunshine, away from the decaying effects of too much moisture.
It holds new life, new potential, the continuation of the species, the wisdom of the past, the proof of it's own evolution and some pointers to the evolution of those alongside it.
The seedpod is layered with hope, bursting, waiting, patience. It's all about timing. It's about optimism. The knowledge that one day in the future, the conditions will be just right, and that's when you strike. Strike with all your power, all your energy - for your time may be short. Conditions that suit you may not last. Then follows death. You've done your work, served your purpose, you can die fulfilled.
Breathing in breathing out. Waiting, watching the cycles of the moon, the changing position of the sun, the gradual increase in temperatures, clocking all this, recording it in natures supercomputer.
Bide your time. In the fullness of time. Because when the time is right, time will be full. It will be so full. Days so full of meaning, full of rampant activity and purposeful living. Strap yourself in for the ride of your life. Imagine the butterfly. Two short weeks. Does he look rushed, panicked? No but purposeful. Doing only what he can, the best he can.
He hovers above a tree. He flutters down and alights on a seedpod there. He rests for a while, wings opening and closing slowly and delicately - provocatively. The irresistible dance of love to attract his love for the brief and passionate connection they will share for but a few moments. He waits. He bides. Cars pass by below.

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