Heart’s Ease
A piece of meadow hovers in the black depths of the canvas. Flowers burst forth, bees buzz about, and in the centre, a thrush pulls at one of the worms which weave in and out of the rich soil.
As our eyes wander though the blades of grass and patches of clover, we realise, like an afterthought, that a human skeleton lies embedded in this glorious verdancy.
There is surely no sweeter resting place than this. Tiny plants sprout from the open mouth and the caverns of the eyes. There is no more use for coins, clothes, dreams. These humble bones have given way to nature’s generous profusion. Life persists regardless.
Wishes have no place here, nor thoughts, nor even dread. Peering into this Eden at my future self, my heart is at ease.