to see nature
in tune with herself
to hear those vibrations of her harmony
of her unconditional love
to know the fragility of her power
and the power of her fragility
to understand her violence
isn’t an act of thuggery, but growth, continuance, life
to become a part of her, of her passion
we have so much more to do, to undo, to become
to step out upon a path and to touch her tendrils
and to have them touch us with one of those, vibrations
to realise she doesn’t have a goal, a tactic, a gaol
for she is her own graveyard, where each and everything reincarnates
she is; it’s that simple
we; we have yet to begin to know the meaning of silence
A Gap In The Clouds 