Wisdom is given by Nature
so that we can walk with the trees knowing well that our roots
are the most beautiful part of
who we are.
Though every rhythm sounds too enigmatic
the message is eloquent
to a soul who not just listens
but admits that he knows nothing:
when one submits,
one receives.
He who bends his ego
creates a masterpiece
that is only revered by gods —
but why?
because only the same sacred
can see the same light.
A blind can never see
what is beautiful:
he who is in the dark
lives only in his own shadow
and never would want to be free.
When Nature speaks of hate —
she instructs like no one does:
only few words are spoken
but it will invalidate the very existence
of any strong alphas, including the
strongest.
The Gate of God is awaiting:
a birthplace of knowing,
but as we walk towards a tower
one needs to quiet the mind
and
to seal the lips, but with open heart —
so that the monument of greatness
appears to us.
When Nature speaks of love —
she adores like no one does:
we become the art itself,
we become what love is —
indefinable but glorified forever
even after death:
that is love."
