This dandelion caught my eye on a forest walk last summer.
You may have noticed by now my love of metaphors.
To me the dandelion is a perfect one for how we can begin to label things in our minds as ordinary, not worthy of our attention – even as nuisances. However, when we stop to really see them, we may find that those ordinary, everyday things are actually extraordinary, remarkably beautiful things.
Lately though, I have pondered this image in a different way…
Having already been through a remarkable transformation,
This dandelion is a delicate, intricate thing of beauty.
Soon it will transform again, as pieces of it are swept far and wide.
Does the dandelion want to be completely dismantled in this way?
(Is the dandelion capable of thinking about what it wants? Umm…it’s called poetic license, you guys – humor me).
I imagine it might say, “I’ve worked so hard to get where I am! Why must I continue to change?”
What the dandelion doesn’t understand,
Is that its ability to continually grow and transform itself
Is actually magic.
So, it takes some cajoling by the wind,
“Come, dance with me,” it says…
The dandelion lets go
(Perhaps not because it wants to,
but because it knows it must),
and so life begins
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