"I am the very nature in which you have committed such a crime. You have forced upon me something that I, myself, cannot undo. Only you have the power to change the ways of nature, and I shall flow through these changes like a dove seeking water; I shall climb the trees, blooming flowers at their buds; I shall wake the fish each evening for their hunt. But you will do the hunting, you will climb the trees, and you will fly through the skies which I have provided with clouds on this day."

"But what of death? What of...?" God asked me, though he already knew.

"Death will be done, in unity, just as the things I have listed above. You will commit the action, but its essence will come from me, and its beauty shall rest from my *****. What appears as pure hatred will spread through the world and I will be blamed by some, while you will be blamed by others." Mother Nature continued, "'The Gods have no mercy! He will make you suffer for your sins! Mother Nature has strange ways... She does crazy things, terrible things!', they'll say..."

God concludes to Her: "We are one, you and I. These acts are sewn with a strike and a kiss. Though I strike the action of a kiss, the love from a kiss is still felt long after it is done, and for that - I thank you, Mother Nature."

"As do I thank you, for the kiss is never felt without the kiss itself."

What flows through me,
flows through you...
They all call it
some ancient kind of voodoo.

When the cash is not enough,
you have to open new doors,
sit back with the dancing shadows,
as the feeling leaves your pores.

There is some news coming,
and it is not on CNN.
It is the new-coming,
with proper particles of zen.

Beginnings with no ends;
an apocalyptic change...
phenomenon to transcend;
we will never be the same.

The world is awake,
doing all that it can.
Do not make the mistake
of sleeping on the plan.

Different perspectives
under one light;
Different projections
of all that is right.

Walk with the wind,
and feel the depth of the river.
Also feel the cold --
There is no heat without the shiver.

Be calm like a giver.
Plant a vine and let it grow.
Persevere and do not whither...
There is more for you to know.

Take a path and sing a song;
run, walk, and fly.
This is your marathon.
Now, ask yourself why...

You have a purpose,
whether sun or fog,
it will be worth it,
for what you will fight along

the way. Which way?
If you do not know where to go,
hear what they say,
listen and then glow.

Evolution is occurring,
and anxious souls await,
but do not be in a hurry;
it is a door, not an escape.

Life is just us oscillating from nothingness.
Life is movement.
It is communication.
When we stop moving, we become nothing.
It's the reason we stay busy in our daily lives;
it distracts us from the fact that if we weren't busy,
we'd be static.
Some practice the life of being still,
and they are happy...
They accept what we truly are:
nothing;
and that is all that we have to be,
because nothing is great.
It's something.

...funny how the time goes by

as we sit around and wonder why,

but if we didn't wonder about,

the time would have no real amount;

there would be no time to count!

but what is real and what is lie,

is really up to you and I,

yet here we are, wondering why --

like wings, the time, it flies...

a plastic experience
is something to fear

leave the cave,
or forever rest in darkness

no debt to anyone
but yourself

if you conceive it
you will receive it

oscillation is communication,
and so it goes...

If power was to the People,
Cannabis would already be legal;
instead, this life is lethal,
and filled with broken steeples.

If you don't see who's controlled,
open your eyes and know --
in this world, there's evil
and different kinds of people,

and when we feel threatened,
our mind becomes a weapon.
So, all that we can do
is enjoy a better view

of a better life ahead...

If we don't,
we're better off dead.

What if excitement is going out
and hoping to find something or someone
you've never found before?

What if you've already found them?
Where does the excitement go then?
Is it over?