NATURE.

INTEGRAL. FEROCIOUS. AUTONOMOUS.

SERENE. AND EPHEMERAL.

IN SILENCE. SMELL THE SKY. AND HEAR THE MOON.

WITH LAUGHTER. TOUCH THE WIND. AND TASTE THE RAIN.

PAUSE. SEE THE SUSTENANCE.

REALISE THE FRAGILE ABUNDANCE.

LIKE 2 PIECES OF A PUZZLE

The vast landscape and the sentient being that is impeccably adapted to it.

Perfection.

I have no words to describe what I feel when I see such beauty.

Such power.

Such grace.

Such infinite logic and wisdom.

And I have no capacity to understand.

How is it that some people do not feel what I feel?

And do not see what I see?

But instead see a trophy, a nuisance, a dispensable thing?

How can some people’s minds perceive the world so differently?

Do we not all see with the same eyes?

Do we not all feel with the same heart?

IS IT NOT TIME?

That we accepted that we have to re-envisage and re-invent our place in this world if we hope to create a future that is worth living in?

That we recognised the paradox that is our relationship with nature where we see ourselves as separate when we are one with it?

That we understood that we are born with an inherent connection to nature that we do not have to learn, but cannot take for granted as it is all too easily unlearned?

That we admitted that our disconnect from nature is not only a root-cause for the careless destruction of our environment, but also for a sense of restlessness and lack that can cause deep unhappiness?

THE INDEPENDENT LEAF

The leaf thought it was free.

What do you mean, I am part of the tree?

I’ve just got to let go and I’m in free flow.

Said and done.

And yes, it was fun.

The leaf was having a ball.

‘Til the free flow turned to free fall.

Hitting the ground made hardly a sound.

Now the tree was free of this leaf’s bad energy.

It kept growing stronger.

However, the leaf was no longer.

I DO NOT KNOW THE WORDS

Cut wood.

Left in the forest.

Found in the forest.

Part of a tree I have never known.

What are the thoughts of a tree?

What are the thoughts of a tree about to be felled?

Giving a voice to the life that was a tree.

Only, I do not know the words.

LOST

We don’t get wet in the rain.

We have umbrellas.

We don’t get mud between our toes.

We have shoes.

We don’t feel the storm.

We have houses.

We don’t smell the grass.

We have a job.

We don’t hug trees.

We have a life.

We have…

Lost, so much.

LISTEN!

Have you ever heard a leaf speak or a tree sing?

You haven’t heard the rain recite, the grass whistle or the declaration of the snow?

Then you are not listening.