In
the darkest part of the forest the roots are nourished by decay. What once was
alive, transforming light into sweet juices of energy has fallen to the ground.
Slowly it gets absorbed by the dark matter of the earth. Disintegrating into
its true essence. There is a mystical alchemical process turning life energy
into mineral compounds. Invisible to the naked eye, life energy becomes
inorganic salt, changing back into what it was: Star dust, aeons old atoms,
born out of the suns of the universe.
Once attracted to each other by gravity,
now it is returned to the darkness by gravity.
But
life is reaching out into the dark. Roots are searching around attracted by the
glittering giggling stream. Quick flowing tears of the clouds gathered together
in joy, jumping and dancing. And the roots dance too, dancing in their own slow
pace, dancing in their own time and slow kissing and licking the salt from the
tears.
It’s a kind of loving, a slow death of disintegrating
bliss and orgasmic resurrection when the star dust dissolves and rises to the
light through the roots. Flowing upwards to the sun to grow, defying the power
of gravity and form new life, juicy and green.
