A burning compost
Of damp, dark leaves and refuse
Produces new life
I think it’s interesting that one external element a compost pile doesn’t need is light. One can gather leaves and other natural debris, add a little water, smother it all in darkness and uncover it after a while to find new life born from the rubbish. Of course, these new sprouts will stretch upwards and downwards searching for light and nutrients, but the germinating fire was manifested within.
I’m a compost pile
Smoldering with inner fire
Human be-ing is similar in the sense of germinating new life from the residue of our existence: Our now is the produce of our past, and our interaction with the present sparks new desires which direct the universe in the creation of life to be.
Were I just compost
Generating life from death
I’d have no regrets
Abstract macro photography of artwork created by manipulating ink, oil and water
Olympus E-3, 35mm macro, 1/13 Sec, f/5.6
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