If we didn’t know…if we didn’t surround our vision with…”understanding, contextualization, knowledge, experience” then could this field of yellow blossoms just be beautiful? Bright, delicate, nature’s greeting, whispering sunshine, a reminder of eternal rotation, repetition, renewal?
But no. They are weeds. We know this. Symbols of neglect, stubborn roots, plants to destroy, clear away, make room for the ones we deem…correct for gardens, suburban luxury, even privilege?
How do we free ourselves to just see things? Free ourselves to see freely…dandelions?
If we could…we would be free…but never notice our freedom. Sigh.