The Fall of the Dandelion Seed

She is a dandelion seed drifting across the midsummer sky. During the days of when each tree branch sways easy.  One of whose time finally ripens from the subtle release influenced by the permission of the morning warmth and a little convincing push of the wind.

She then paddles against the invisible waves through the horizons.  She travels the world for the first time. And she is perfectly happy.  The breeze then picks up the pace, teaching her to dance without using any legs.  The cast away leaves from the neighboring trees waltz with her, they take turns doing patterned and synchronized motions as if they have done dancing together before.  They are her Romeo, wooing her to glide with them throughout the ball.

The little dandelion seed was putting on a show, impressing the entire vegetation from below, across the rice fields they were her audience. They wave in approval or was it an attempt to emulate the motions, if only they could also fly they thought to themselves, but in a way they actually did somehow.

And from the open household windows, send a soothing familiar invitation to stay for a while. To spend a little more time at home, on a Saturday morning, to have an early lunch perhaps, with iced lemonade and daisies as center-piece in the family table.

The weather was on her side, she’s grateful for her captain. The breeze has taken her far already, and through this ascend, she was introduced to the varying views and feelings, letting her see the world from another perspective. And from each climb and height, the world boasts its grandeur and its seemingly unending beauty. The horizons claims eternity, imploring her to dream some more.

But she was just a mere seed she thought, how could the world care so much she asked? But there were no words found between the question and the utter silence, only episodes of continuity and the line in the horizon that separates the wanderer from the dreamer.   She now starts to funnel the grace that goes through inside her. And she hopes not to disappoint.

She soon realizes that life is not stagnant, but it is change. It is the unfolding of a flower after the long cold night. Life is carefree and whimsical yet it is forgiving and patient, daring yet respectful, adamant and stern but at the same time gentle.

The day was on her side, it does not rush her. And when the sun is too hot, the clouds connive to carefully place shade over her fragile body.

Then something changed.  The once strong wind is now feeble as it tires.  She slowly descends, as if the cold earth expects her arrival.  She prays for mercy to let this invisible force beneath her linger.  But she will not be answered.

The dandelion seed as she is known to be, was no more.  But instead, she is life realized.  She learns as soon as she had hit the ground, that the very fall was not her demise, but rather the start of her real life.  That she had to take the journey, to let the circumstances dictate her place in the world.

After all, we are the jigsaw that fall into place, to complete the puzzle of our existence.  On our own we are nothing but little pieces that make no sense.

And as the day come to a close, and as she dwells very still, lying on the ground beneath the stars, she had promised herself to be fair to the moon that rests in the cradle of the evening breath that lingered as clouds. That she would throw the same kind of smile she gave the caring sun.

And she is perfect.

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2 thoughts on “The Fall of the Dandelion Seed

  1. “She soon realizes that life is not stagnant, but it is change. It is the unfolding of a flower after the long cold night. Life is carefree and whimsical yet it is forgiving and patient, daring yet respectful, adamant and stern but at the same time gentle.”
    Well said. Life can be a lot of things. It’s just a matter of perspective. I love yours. 🙂

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