The unseeded seed, unflowered flower, is without consequence, easy, undiscovered, resting in the future.
Quiet in the husk, shell, unrooted, unopened. Genius of possibility, profound. Before the strength of the tendril, what opens, reaches, sensitivity, the grounding, earth, nourishment of soil. Or the unfurling of promise into stalks and leaves and fragrant colour of soft petals fertilized by bees, the wind.
In the flowering, my hands beside my face, fronds, follow the sun from dawn to mid-day to dusk, twisting stalk to drink the light. At night the head of petals rests. Or it rains, cup of petals communing.
In the flower, survival of beauty.
In the flowering, nourishing fruit ripening the future.
Detail from The Lady and the Chimera, 2010.
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Friday, January 08, 2010
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