Call for Ecological Action

My heart beats with passion, this is not a fashion. Time to get smashing with ecological action.
Nature, is the world, nature is not built by man and is not made for man to tamper with. Nature is a delicate and fragile thing, have you felt it? Watching you at night, saturating the air with its vibrations. Allowing you to breath and existing effortlessly all the while. When we are unaware of our relationship with nature, without and within, a great imbalance that we see today arises. We are cutting down trees and destroying our roots. We are unconsciously trading in earths wonders landscapes for the ugly shop front, aisles and aisles of things to fill up our time, and our basements :(
Maybe it is that we have forgotten what affection nature gives to us. I encourage a walk through the woods or local park. Try buying a plant to water and care for in your room. Nature leaves itself open to us does more for us than we can imagine. Can you imagine the change in energy if we were to cut down half of our surrounding trees? Feeling passionate and using this to drive my education on conservation and a more balanced life style.
And of course a plethora of feeling...
Spraying lawns for weeds and introducing chemicals, your living unaware and not seeing with your eyes. Seeing nature as our guide thus it's downfalls our demise. Yet we never realize that nature serves us all the time. TO make the earth a heaven and direct us to the sky. A flower rests on the wayside just to look at, as we proceed to war with no attempts to look back. You don't need to be a philosopher or poet to know nature. Have a walk, hug a tree, and savor natures flavor. You could even start a garden in a back yard! Some elbow geese and backbone its not really that hard! Respect our mother earth! Establish a connection! Nature dwells within our nature impassable perfection!

A Prayer to the Father

Father, rejoice in yourself today for your son has found his way back to you. He has tread the long road and encountered pitfalls beyond mosts comprehension. He has slowly unraveled your mystery's. He has drowned in your sorrow and basked in the supreme love that is you alone.
O FATHER!! your way has been hard and treacherous, many times my heart has bled its entirety.
O FATHER!! your way has been so selective that very few will understand... in this aloneness I dwell.
You come to me father, in times of hardship, and you exalt me and reveal your own strength
Father, you lower your head to exalt me... of whose mouth can I speak from to worthily praise..
At times I feel myself unworthy, I see that your world is only now coming into view. I speak to you from my depths!! I cry to you!! Forgive me father for my weaknesses... Why do you bother with this man? Suffering from pain, stumbling in his blindness??
It is your own virtue... the virtue that now brings tears to my eyes. I cannot begin to express it. O father, I am yours, wrestled from my place of resting, stripped of clothing, sealed eternally in your beauty....

After spending time in the forest

Mellow Exhalations give rise to modesty. You are in a green garden where the root chakra feels an affinity. A drop of dew is enough to parch your throat. Stone statues heed to on comers, shiftless in expression. A caterpillar bends and folds upon the leafs broad surface, the potted plant adjacent to the budding birch tree. What is it about this place that quiets the mind, and takes it all away? Wait, even that thought seems heavy. Patiently watching, the cloud passes and you are again with the sky. A smile forms in the corner of your lips, you giggle at thoughts quaint contradiction.

Your back finds comfort lying against the weathered rock, chiseled only by the soft seasons of nature. Resonating with its timeless wisdom, you no longer feel separate. A subtle communication forms with your surroundings. A large exhalation allows you to let go, you feel almost as a mirror. REFLECT. The birds flock and you are thankful for their presence. Someone to share this sweet poetry. Surely no writing is as beautiful.

It seems strange now, and even meaningless to analyze the acts of the past.

(ILL TRY TO WRITE MORE LATER, IN THE MEANTIME, RELAX :D)