Nature knows the real you

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The tunes of Life

As the winds blow across the threshold of my senses

I feel it as it is, not as I think it to be

It observes me as I observe it, like a feather in the wind I dance along

Gently coaxed to follow without question, without reason

I enjoy spirits touch, from the rocks to the lashing waves

Each expression of nature is but a game of cat and mouse

Both seamlessly unaware of the grand scheme, the illusion is mirrored.

A paradox of I staring back at a primitive version of my former self

In stillness, it speaks, “We are the same”…

To observe the world is to be conscious of endless universal beings that emanate from infinite nothingness as life. Cocreate and Coexist is the code we separated ourselves from. Like trees without roots, there's a disconnect. We’ve sold out our guides and great earth mother, for faith in ourselves. Blinded by the hubris we can’t turn back now, can’t sit still or she speaks. “we are the same” they say in unison. Each natural expression is but a song in the keys of life, a tune for the silent Observer, where he returns to remember himself.

A seeker of truth and kinship. Artist , Entrepreneur, Sous Chef, Healer, Empath, Philosopher, Explorer

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