the harmony of nature

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 Power Omniscient

You are, my love
my love
Little do you know it
but you are, my love
my love
Little do I know it
but I am, my love
your love

for there is a power within us
a power without us
a power omniscient

for there is a time of darkness
a time of lightness
a time unrelenting

for there is a passion within us
a passion without us
a passion profound

for there is a strength of courage
a strength of weakness
a strength enlightened

for there is a fragility within us
a fragility without us
a fragility chaotic

for there is a feeling of real
a feeling of magic
a feeling primal

for there is a treasure within us
a treasure without us
a treasure omniscient

for you are, my love
my love
Little do you know it
but you are, my love
my love
Little do I know it
but I am, my love
your love

 

This is a shortened version of the poem I wrote in 2015