Water spills through boulders, in no hurry to fill the watering hole below. Fallen trees lean in, stretching for a taste of the cool liquid, as if it could replenish their vitality, stand them back up to their old grandeur. Everywhere around them humans splash in the pool formed by the rocks, causing a raucous, their coolers, inflatable tubes, towels, beer cans, wrappers, bits of old food, lay spread, marring the landscape. Do the fallen trees hate disrespect, or are they satisfied knowing that, one day, the human epidemic will die.
I observe you, infatuated with your subtle mysticism. My eyes lay on your verdant beds like a swallow tail butterfly dancing to the melody of your vibrations. I feel you breathe with me. I admire your crystal garden, dripping down your coiled vines. In each leaf, a reflection of your life. Your origin is you as much as it is me. We are sister and brother. We are God. Together we transcend. Together, we become one entity as we experience the beauty of consciousness. You are my natural friend. You thrive and stretch your veins outward to kiss the hands that caress you.
Alive, with me, We coexist fluenty
Julio is the plant in my roommates room. He's a a beautiful hanging *** full of plant. We hang crystals on the stems, referring to "crystal garden"
Love. Forgiveness. Hope. Three words Endless promises Your preachers preach Your gospels sing Your hands fly to the air on Sundays You sing praises for a spirit A spirit who claims to love you Unconditionally. What are you trading for this love? A promise to teach.
But what has teaching become? Attacking radicals and pushing them onto the ground, and kicking them in the head while they're down Forcing others to behave like what's demonstrated as perfection Threatening flames to those who just want to live in this world, not worry about the next To attack To force To threaten I've never seen a more perfect embodiment of everything you claim to hate
Love is not evoking fear in the eyes of those who are unlike you Love is patience, and time Love is holding hands with and guiding the blind Love is treating everyone as if they are god
If love is what you feel from above, It's about time we focus on spreading love around us, rather than keeping it to ourselves And then just maybe, it will make it's way down