The wild flower is carefree and grows where you least expect her. A mistress of seduction. Master of her own domain. For millenia, she's been enticing us with her scent. Her bright colorful petals blossom and demand attention. Fusion. Sex. The rules that she follows are her own rules. Mysterious and fragrant. She's not afraid to venture out alone in the wilderness and seek the company of insects, birds, and flying mammals. She dances to her own evolutionary tune, alluring with sweetness and perfume. Her promise of intoxicating dreams and visions.
The wild flower is the expression of planetary consciousness in its most raw form. The nexus of genetic coital stimulation that mutates and bifurcates into novel forms. She brings us closer to a stage of inter-species communication in which chemical semantics become clear, aesthetic, and focused. The DNA code unraveling the logos. The wild flowers are the frayed edges of the multi-billion year mosaic of intelligence unfolding through genetic differentiation. She explores and diversifies. Dons a new outfit for every occasion. Come Winter, her petals will loose their vibrancy and consistency. Yet, while she’s awake in the warmth of Spring and Summer, she lives for intercourse. Sexual interaction. Erotic copulation. There is no veil you can use to hide her aesthetic beauty. She shows it all as she seeks linkage with other species to create a higher molecular wisdom. Botanical promiscuity. She seeks a cuddly symbiosis with winged creatures (including the areal primates) to activate new realities. The dispersion of seed intelligence across the galaxy and beyond.
The wild flower seeks the complexity of a unified universal intelligence. She listens to the arousing signals from alien lovers who lure her beyond the confines of the planet. Somewhere out there, other vegetative intelligences wait for her to join their garden. She needs pilots to complete her voyage and has chosen us as her seed bearers. We do not resist as she seduces and trains us for her interstellar mission. Intoxicated and petal-whipped, we oblige and diligently build the structures that will bring her plans to fruition.