Dark Roots

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.