in the depth of the forest
we discover instincts swallowed by civilisation
urges refined by urban living

taboos of primitive tribes

the jungle reveals forgotten heritage
links to the central stem
of our existence

an insect crawls to its destination

our shell so thickened
we do not see the links
that bind us to one another

the butterfly meets the flower in perfect union

break them and we drift into space
further from our roots
into nothingness

© Elaine Chin