Sometimes, the observer can become the observed:
my head encircled by scarlet petals,
leaves in place of fingers, tongue a mute stamen.
And all those characteristics
that hitherto defined me as human
are unrecognizable now.
Unbelievable sense of liberation!
Time, finally,
to just be,
to flirt with the insect kingdom.
Day rolls into night,
that mosaic of shimmering orbs.
Fireflies.
Their entrancing patterns
messing with my awareness:
is that truly the Flower Queen I sense before me?
Incredulous, basking in the morning sun
I'm suddenly whole,
at one with all of my kind.
And in the glittering ethereal
sprinkling of summer dew,
where my roots reach deep
into the soft moist soil,
I draw nourishment for my green cells.
Two bees
competing to make me reproduce,
their legs heavy with yellow pollen.
My sap rising,
now flooding in anticipation.
Ah, such blissful metamorphosis:
in this sun drenched meadow
I have found paradise!
I smile inwardly. Beautiful butterflies dancing on my petals.
I am everything
I have ever dreamed of being -
how astonishing is dehumanization!
The nucleus of the scarlet poppy,
intoxicated by it's own essence,
exists in a state of utter bliss.
I am taking a break for a couple of weeks, so will "see" you again soon.
Happy Blogging! :))
my head encircled by scarlet petals,
leaves in place of fingers, tongue a mute stamen.
And all those characteristics
that hitherto defined me as human
are unrecognizable now.
Unbelievable sense of liberation!
Time, finally,
to just be,
to flirt with the insect kingdom.
Day rolls into night,
that mosaic of shimmering orbs.
Fireflies.
Their entrancing patterns
messing with my awareness:
is that truly the Flower Queen I sense before me?
Incredulous, basking in the morning sun
I'm suddenly whole,
at one with all of my kind.
And in the glittering ethereal
sprinkling of summer dew,
where my roots reach deep
into the soft moist soil,
I draw nourishment for my green cells.
Two bees
competing to make me reproduce,
their legs heavy with yellow pollen.
My sap rising,
now flooding in anticipation.
Ah, such blissful metamorphosis:
in this sun drenched meadow
I have found paradise!
I smile inwardly. Beautiful butterflies dancing on my petals.
I am everything
I have ever dreamed of being -
how astonishing is dehumanization!
The nucleus of the scarlet poppy,
intoxicated by it's own essence,
exists in a state of utter bliss.
I am taking a break for a couple of weeks, so will "see" you again soon.
Happy Blogging! :))