When surviving stops fulfilling us
And chasing our instincts starts exhausting us.
When DNA becomes only a small part of what we are
And “human nature” no longer feels like who we are.
This is when the seed of spirituality opens up.
Sending new stems into our empty hearts,
Golden flowers shaped like question marks,
Hanging from the branches, shimmering in the light
Spreading heavenly fragrance from another time,
Where we were free of our forms, shapes and minds.