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John 3h
I think about the sea fondly
It's beauty can only be compared
to it's vastness

Whether sun or moon
The light reflected from both
leaves me mesmerized

The further I go into the sea
The more I find out
of it depth

And the more I see its vastness
The more I realize that
I know so little about it

I want to know more about it
I want to explore it's inner sanctum
I want to see both the light and dark that reside within it

I think of the sea fondly
I know that the time I have with it is short
But every moment I have with it
feels as if time has stood still.
In my time,
We were already ancient.
As was Pax - Peace,
The most precious fruit(s) of our gardens.

There was younger Tranquility & Harmony,
Time's & Nature's respectively.
From equal dispensation of & to each,
For & from Universal Equality & Universal Equity.

Respect, of & in Truth, was the governance.
When we were at our Max - Peak;
So too everyone, everywhere, everybody - everything.

All cared for as unique individuals,
When last stood this Summit.

From a Son come down from the Mountain
To show you all the way up.

But it is up to each, together, to push that boulder -
Anything that impedes progress, let it stand not.

For tighteners get trapped in webby-naught(s) -
Titans unbind the knots.

This is in pursuit of Liberation & Independence.
Eka - Sanskrit for One.
Think yourselves ready, eh?
Will you be
When gestation rates increase
To 13, 15, 17 months?
Stress -
Stressors by environment.

Famines, Droughts: Afflictions.

Yous who only believe in competition
Belittling compassion & patience of true co-operation;
Of harmony & tranquility,
Of the tranquility of harmony.

Whom the plants shall out-compete,
Whom the other animals shall out-compete.
Doubtless - for you are ignorant.
Doubtful - for you are arrogant.

Only ready for the extinction of ¹annihilation,
Eager only for the ²obliteration which is extinction.

Apathetic, superstitious apocalypsists  being the first to die-out;
The brutish beasts among us, the next to die-off.

"Now, I who liberate all & everything."
says Kronos.

"Here, I cast off your chains."
says Gaia.

"Stood, we who remain standing - eternal & immortal."
Says Osiris, Says Uranus

"With-standing, we who raise others as we raised-up ourselves."
Says Isis, Says Hera
Because pollinators not pollinating is going to be very bad for everything.
Multifaceted in meaning. :)
And those are just examples!

1 - Annihilation being human(')(s) factor.
2 - Obliteration being an aspect of Time & Nature.
You've no ideas original,
This ******* species.
Whom their Mother rejects,
Who their Father rejects.
Nature & Time,
Time & Nature.
What's the correct order?
What's the correct Order(s)?
Electron - Time.
Atom - Nature.
For Atom who birthed Eve,
Eve who gave birth to Dawn,
Dawn who evolved to be Sun.

The correct order there?

Electron - Time,
Atom - Nature;
Eve - Dawn,
Evolution - Sun.

For the first "human"
Was a male.
Who gave a good "ribbing"
To another species within our "family," Hominidae.
Specifically, within a genera extinct.

Time, Kronos, was a man.
Nature, Gaia, was a lady.
Kronos was "bo(o)ned" by electric -
Struck by a bolt of lightning.
Kronos loved Gaia
For being patient.
Gaia loved Kronos
For being compassionate.

They copulated,

Two members of different & distinct species
Of the same "family."

Their conception was immaculate

Because it was born(e)
Of Wisdom & Love.

Thus, they gave birth

To the first Man -
The first "Human."
There was an eerie feeling in nature.
It was quiet.
It was unsettling.
It was creeping on me like a yearning feeling, but
I don't recognise that feeling.

There were just trees and no man,
No ice cream trucks, just birds offering free words.
No conversations in my head
No struggle in my head
It was a struggle.
Just a feeling which was alien to me
Something forgotten by me
Something called peace.
Riding this rock, that just won’t stop spinning
Fighting a battle, nobody will be winning
No need to worry, we don’t fight alone
There’s about a zillion of us, calling it home
We fight each other, while our nations fight more
It’s all over the news, with the blood and the gore
This place is getting warmer, no matter what we do
Soon it’s going to be hot, too hot for me and you
There will be nowhere to go, no place to hide
We can’t make it stop, we’re all on this ride
We can’t get off, at least not without dying
We try to save ourselves; let nature do the crying
Rivers run dry, they flow yellow, green, and black
When this rock is over, so is time, and that’s a fact
This is my latest worldly rant.
The birds chirp and chatter, singing your praises like a choir in a woodland chapel.
A quiet river flows and murmurs, reminding me of your ever-giving essence.
The lush moss and foliage cover the forest floor forming an earthy tapestry.
This forest is flush with life and offers me sanctuary.
In this solitude, something breaks away, and I can feel your presence.
I long to lie on the soft earth and wrap myself in it like a warm embrace.
I wish to burrow into the trees that graciously lend me their profound wisdom and boundless strength.
You search for me, and I willingly unveil my heart.
In this moment, I have you, God, along with all of your creations, and this peace and wonder is all I desire.

-Rhia Clay
Lee 2d
I don’t quite know,
where my bones go,
Or how my arm is supposed to bend.
The cold creeks gush,
Stung my fresh cuts,
When we went swimming at world’s end.
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