My soul yearns for the scintillating touch of Nature. The pure innocence of its fresh scents. The vulnerability of its closeness. The honesty of its intimacy. The light and color, shape and shadow, all in constant movement and growth.
The symphony of all creation played by the woods and winds, waters and wings, movement by movement in concert with the mind of the Divine.
Just to think that I am a player… that I have a part… that I belong.
I am consumed in the joy of my “being”.
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