Oh yes, I got myself a new friend. Nothing I need, no more! She’s beautiful. She has no name, she is no entity. She has no life. She is life. She is untainted. She is in the sand that embraces every drop of water that comes her way. She rests deep in the ocean pushing away every ripple to grow out far far away. She is in the sky to see her darlings dance below. She is in me. She is in my soul. She is what I am. She is where I am. She is everywhere every day.. She is called Nature..
Sure there’s somebody up there who has surpassed every damn thing man has tried his hand at. Can you, human? Can you create a million zillion tumblidillion tones of water and pour it onto a planet? Can you create an equivalent number of creatures to walk on it, talk on it, sleep on it, jump, laugh, think, cry, play, study, grow, dance, sing and bathe on it? Of course you can. Stop those ‘puppy-dog-faced’ waves from coming gushing toward you and then you sure can, human! Make noodles out of sand and water. Make rivers wear chic blazers. (They have their ‘meetings’ too.) Make the sky florescent green for a day. Make this earth go ‘boom’ so we can have a debate on whether it’s still round or plain. Or let’s spin around and see if we take off into space and land on another big bold universe we wish to explore.
The subtle touch that grows into this marvel, just how! I talk about those silent beaches. Just the moments when you let the waves speak and you listen to a song you have never wanted to listen to. You stand like you’re floating and suddenly you start loving yourself. You love yourself because you realize you are finally one among the lucky few to know that you live in the same era as everything and everyone that God created around you. You are the one who has heard the music of nature, the voice of the Almighty, the truth of life. Suddenly, the moments seem less harsh, the mind grows silent and the heart wants to be heard. While your friend spends all day under the dim lights of the lamp, pouring over how many stones there are on earth, you see life in them, in those tiny pebbles that glisten in the sun and hide in the dark.
It’s a trance, truly. I now know what it’s like to be a nature lover. Wordsworth’s poems sound bizarre until you step into Heaven’s sisters on earth. It’s sad you ought to ‘take some time off’ to breathe this air, so pure, to come and feel this side of life, so blissful.
Sunshine and moonlight are long gone. Skyscrapers are what we are born for, today. You hold your child in your arms to show him the tallest structure in the world and he goes, “Wow Dad! How cool! Who made it?” Push that aside and show him the sky and tell him who created that. Can you, human? No. “It’s an everyday thing. Who cares?” you say. Remember the time you took your son for a ride on the cruise? He saw the big beautiful Casino Royale Cruise and said, “It’s the biggest thing I’ve ever seen!” Ask him to glide two glances below to look at what beholds the cruise. Show him the sea and ask him if he has ever seen anything bigger. Can you, human? No. “It’s water. What’s the big deal?” you say. The time has gone when nature was home.
It’s a century when you have a bigger home and live a smaller life in it. Embrace what has embraced you, will you, human? Make life bigger than it seems. Give space to space and time to time. Cut it loose and let go. Can you, human? No. Nobody cares. Nobody will..
Sure there’s somebody up there who has surpassed every damn thing man has tried his hand at. Can you, human? Can you create a million zillion tumblidillion tones of water and pour it onto a planet? Can you create an equivalent number of creatures to walk on it, talk on it, sleep on it, jump, laugh, think, cry, play, study, grow, dance, sing and bathe on it? Of course you can. Stop those ‘puppy-dog-faced’ waves from coming gushing toward you and then you sure can, human! Make noodles out of sand and water. Make rivers wear chic blazers. (They have their ‘meetings’ too.) Make the sky florescent green for a day. Make this earth go ‘boom’ so we can have a debate on whether it’s still round or plain. Or let’s spin around and see if we take off into space and land on another big bold universe we wish to explore.
The subtle touch that grows into this marvel, just how! I talk about those silent beaches. Just the moments when you let the waves speak and you listen to a song you have never wanted to listen to. You stand like you’re floating and suddenly you start loving yourself. You love yourself because you realize you are finally one among the lucky few to know that you live in the same era as everything and everyone that God created around you. You are the one who has heard the music of nature, the voice of the Almighty, the truth of life. Suddenly, the moments seem less harsh, the mind grows silent and the heart wants to be heard. While your friend spends all day under the dim lights of the lamp, pouring over how many stones there are on earth, you see life in them, in those tiny pebbles that glisten in the sun and hide in the dark.
It’s a trance, truly. I now know what it’s like to be a nature lover. Wordsworth’s poems sound bizarre until you step into Heaven’s sisters on earth. It’s sad you ought to ‘take some time off’ to breathe this air, so pure, to come and feel this side of life, so blissful.
Sunshine and moonlight are long gone. Skyscrapers are what we are born for, today. You hold your child in your arms to show him the tallest structure in the world and he goes, “Wow Dad! How cool! Who made it?” Push that aside and show him the sky and tell him who created that. Can you, human? No. “It’s an everyday thing. Who cares?” you say. Remember the time you took your son for a ride on the cruise? He saw the big beautiful Casino Royale Cruise and said, “It’s the biggest thing I’ve ever seen!” Ask him to glide two glances below to look at what beholds the cruise. Show him the sea and ask him if he has ever seen anything bigger. Can you, human? No. “It’s water. What’s the big deal?” you say. The time has gone when nature was home.
It’s a century when you have a bigger home and live a smaller life in it. Embrace what has embraced you, will you, human? Make life bigger than it seems. Give space to space and time to time. Cut it loose and let go. Can you, human? No. Nobody cares. Nobody will..
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