the way nature is
is a natural way -
an eternity of years
to create the beauty of today.
the sun shines down past leaves
and i look at the universe,
it seems to be as it is,
in a natural way.
the way nature is
hides you from yourself
an infinite existence,
you feel you are not.
sun shining down past leaves
is my day, as I see
it pass by, it leaves me
in a state of unease.
where is my source?
does this question lead me
away from such insanity
and weakness around?
should visionaries exist?
does caring create pain?
i speak of the infinite,
yet it feels finite again.
all my words are nothing,
and they fail to enlighten -
the only thing God has said,
is do not forget.
pain is one with peace,
beauty is one with the plain,
the soul is one with the world,
its life giving force is the scene.
it's natural, in a way -
to see the reflection of a mind
imagining trees, and leaves, and sun,
and a mind's reflection.
