A thousand exploded seeds.
Patiently existing in the stillness of the moment.
Against a blank canvas of white.
Different tones of brown with missing pieces
And all torn apart
Throughout their life.
With their individual tears, rough edges and
Dressing them up on the shell
Like a statement of fashion and pride.
Showing everyone that they have lived fully and
They were more than just seeds that can
No longer grow.
They were like hearts split in halves.
Bleeding their life story to any soul willing to look and listen.
But not waiting to be fixed.
Merely existing and waiting for some sort of
Learning to be beautiful in an incomplete way.
Like us humans.
(Inspired by my visit to SAM’s Unearth exhibition.)