seed contains the sprout,
hardness cradles silken softness,
lightness harbors light
A milkweed pod, collected last autumn and placed on a shelf, waits all winter for a wind to carry its seeds on silken parachutes to fertile ground where they may germinate. But here in the house there is no wind and so the expectant seeds float lightly in a bed of white whiskers, gathering light when the sun shines through the blinds.
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