Seeds of Change

The goddess sits on her earthen throne.
She looks down at her open palm, at the pooled seeds of change she’s gathered there.

The web of time is a pattern that people weave, like an elaborate lace. But there comes a time, a time for change. A time when the web branches off, the old weave becomes a relic. The world and life as people know it change forever.

The time has come for people to claim the destiny that they have manifested. The time has come for all people to reap what they’ve sown.

You can feel it in the air these days, prickly electricity, like just before the storm. Like wondering in a darkened cavern, you can feel you’re at a precipice even though you cannot yet see it.

The world is ready for its next chapter.
The goddess fills her lungs and blows the seeds into the air.
Our turn now, time to make it a life worth living.

Seeds of Change

PYT25

Littleton, United States

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not quite finished with this one yet, just some thoughts, I’ve been rolling over in my mind.

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