Raw Nature Spirit
nature spirituality ~ writer ~ magic ~ psychology
In a storm
The storm rages like I rage
Eternal conflict between love and freedom
The land encapsulates both
And whenever I see destruction of nature both freedom and love die within me and
I rage like the wildest sea that despite all life’s chains can not be locked away or tamed
That is the essence of my being
I rage like the blazing sun of mid summer when rain is in hiding and the burning is in the heart that can’t be pacified
My Firy love lies in remote corners of the land where the wild heart of its core merges with mine
Whoever steps in it must be beaten with the power of wilderness, must be tested to a point of no limits
My heart bleeds for the land where wolves roam no longer yet their spirits are alive with roar against the tiny hand of humanity
Destroying land is destroying freedom like a dagger through its own mother’s heart whose love prevails no matter what
The wind, water, fire and cracking earth core are voices, fierce in their screams
Freedom and love – only in land I find they don’t conflict within me
Only here I am simultaneously consumed and released
It is the place where death lies next to me gently
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