Mother nature, you are my home, my church, my temple.
I see God in You.
I see You in Me.
Life is a caress,
For a heart that is free.
Every form of life has a spirit to it, be it still or mobile to the naked eye. The shape of the physical form can translate the shape of the spirit itself. No shape is identical to any other in its gross representation all the way to how it took that shape over the days,…
“Wind, can you tell me
Your story; Where you were?
While still, lenient, strong
A thought, a storm
In the midst, a narrative untold?