Before a flower blooms it is no thing.

Before a flower blooms it is nothing.

In its blooming in becomes everything,

nourishing bees, and butterflies,

which in turn feed us with their pollination.

Before a flower blooms it is nothing

In this, source is the source of itself. Meaning we are nothing before conception, yet here we are showing that death has no real meaning. Understanding this simple thing one can see that death, as an ending, is a myth. The flower does not know how to grow, but it does. We are the same as we do not think ourselves into existence. We are free to be, just like the flower.