the blossoming after pain

Vast fields of vibrant flowers
Below us
An endless ocean of shining stars
Above us
Particles float through the air and
Make their way to nowhere

A nameless body collapses
Onto the blade of grasses
Soft and clean skin around
The rough and dirty ground

Petals wrap around wounds
All raw like open cocoons
Now being sealed shut
All that remains is a small cut
For every cell that has died
A living seed planted inside

Armies of hungry lips
Feasting on whatever drips
Out of the quiet, forsaken shell
Dancing, digesting, creating an ungodly smell
As bones break and intertwine
All of its internal atoms realign

To eventually become one
with the wind gust
Fading into dust
Fading into nothing
Nothing,
nothing,
nothing

Inhabitants of the pasture
Reach out and hold on, as if they want to capture
What is left behind of our former soul
A vine coiled around an empty hole

The stars far away shatter
As we all return to the same matter
Turning ourselves into nothing
Becoming one with everything
Everything,
everything,
everything

Nothing more than verdant shimmering scars remain
Only to lie dormant and then open again
To set everything free
The flowers, the bees, the petals, the ants
Crawling out of the blossoming plants

Let the soul return from its decay
Freed from the black void that led it astray
Flee into another shell and be free
Free,
free,
free