She Said:'The creativity is in the shape-shifting'

Once upon a time there was a blossom.
The bud of a blossom.
It liked the look of Signs.
It would ask impertinent questions.
It learnt to read,
and write,
and blossom.
Truly.

The blossom decided to change.
It seemed change was inevitable.
A change is needed.
Why fight the inevitable?
She read once- if you can't beat 'em- join 'em.

'So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book once...but shouldn't it be the other way around?’ [1]

& so, Change occurred. Metamorphosis. Transformation.

But you can never fully change what was once there.
'Born to blossom, bloom to perish'[2]
bud to blossom to bloom.
She is-Living,
Creating,
Learning.
Changing,
You cannot have one without the others.
One is another-entwined beyond distinction.
The blossom is She.

'To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour’[3]



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[1] Film; You’ve Got Mail. 1998
[2] Song; What you Waiting For. Stefani.G, 2004
[3] William Blake, Auguries of Innocence, 1803.