It's that moment where words fail
Because all you are doing is feeling, receiving
Being the trees, the sun, the wind
Listening, as leaves rustle, sweeping the ground
Blue sky glorifies like the swipe of an artist's brush
And each second seems like a lesson in tranquility
There's a rapture to it
An ecstacy that words do not do justice to
Only the experience is genuine
I capture glimpses of this Nirvana
From time to time
The bonds that align all senses together
How one word, one thought, really does have
An energetic impact on the planet
And I read sometimes
That all is as it should be
And all will be revealed
During heightened states of awareness
And still I search
Always coming back to nature
There is no forced state of thinking in a tree
It just is
