At equinox time, when light and dark appear in equal measure, the Wheel appears in the seed mandala of a hollyhock. Though withered, its form is beautiful. The memory of a flower lingers, but the story now is of flowers to come.
As we enter into the darker half of the year here in the northern hemisphere, I welcome the wisdom of seeds, the work of the darkness. I think of the last lines of a Rilke poem:
. . . it is possible a great energy
is moving near me.
I have faith in nights.