An Exploration of
Nature
Nature’s Order
If we fail to give to ourselves the time of day to bask in the radiating light of the sun; to let the light of the stars shine through and transform us until we become translucent effervescent beings, we become servants of the system. We become mere shadows of potential. We become the animals we are not. This is the essence of nature’s order.
On Nature
Our Mother’s Children
A witness to the devastation,
I stand observing the unfolding story,
we have created and perpetuated upon
The divine grounds
of the mother that birthed us all.
To think only
of the comforts of the now,
is to set myself on fire
and dance in joy
amidst the fiery blaze
In awe of the brilliance of the flame,
as I watch myself burn.
The joy shifts dramatically, fleeting as it as,
as I combust into ashes.
When pleasure turns to poison,
and pain becomes our savior.
Alive
The mountains,
they are teeming with life’s grace
The earth, it pulses,
Its heartbeat strong and clear
The ethereal motion of the winds
Grazing the most delicate,
dissolving into the jasmine’s softest embrace
The life carried within the divine space
Of the earth,
the planets, stars alike, in the same cosmic space,
The same life which you adhere to
And in its space,
which you are
Within you are mountains and rivers
flowing uninterrupted
Canyons and valleys carved
Inside the seat of you soul
You embody the fearless promise,
emergence, continuation, cessation,
creation for all that it is
But above all,
you’re alive,
and you are held by the embrace of life
Shifting Winds
It is in the youthful wisdom
of a newly blossomed flower,
In the ever-shifting winds
that we come to know,
by their delicate touch,
How delicate and ephemeral they are
As if to surface and drown
only to resurface,
Is the only constant
life has attested witness to
It is on these days
witness to the shifting beauty,
as the morning sun peeks through the clouds,
anxious to come out and start anew,
I realize the weight humans bear
as collectors of sorts.
collectosr of words, collectors
of paraphernalia;
Magnifying the weight of
the luggage inseparable from me;
Enervating the depth
of what it means
to be human and alive.
If only I could be limber as the squirrels,
weightless as the birds,
sanguine as the dolphins.
If only I could be
free as the night,
illuminated by lucid starlight,
the soothing moon.
If only I could be
everflowing as the water,
lucid and unobscured,
roaring with the fearless motion
of an omnipotent river.
If only I could be
ever-shifting as the winds,
light enough to travel worlds.