In this moment, I can feel my body composting years of garbage heaps.
The broken eggshells of relationships and expectations, the rotting garlic peels of insecurities, the residual emotions still stuck in the boiled tea leaves, and, the old mutton bones of my mind make my body a fertile breeding ground.
In this moment, I can feel my bones shedding the weight of all the lives that I have not lived yet.
In this moment, I can smell second chances, healing, and miracles blooming in this black soil.
In this moment, my soul that holds this body inside of it glimpses the rich garden like that slice of heaven waiting to burst forth.
In this moment, I can feel the universal energy filtering through the fertile black soil of my body, and soul, like the upturned sunflower ready to receive the nourishment of the sun’s first rays.