The flower fields of your life

You are a prisoner of all the states
that you carry within yourself like petals
and pluck them from the flowers of your echo
with “yes” or “no”.

And when you pluck the last one from yourself,
you are the plucked flower.

But if you have let everything live,
the flower fields of your life would blossom.

And you would know
where the sun rises
and where the waters come from.