Category: Beauty of nature

I am home

The wilderness possesses me with its air as fresh and sharp as a blade of grass My senses entwine with the spirit it holds Precious, powerful, ancient I walk the place feeling the roots grabbing at my feet I need it, oh how I…

The Loch of my heart

A beautiful melody of your heart brushes against a shore As I stand in trance-like state amidst the symphony that is your waters Silvery shimmer like a thread connected to my inside I spill my musings into a flow of the sacred grey depth…

Call back the souls

Does the land call souls back? She does Or how else she knows and hears of its beauty It seek souls out who crave home like a mother’s breast, those who carry their hearts ready to surrender All that soulds want is belonging, sacred…

Call back the souls

Does the land call souls back? She does. Or how else she knows and hears more of its beauty It seeks souls out who crave home like a mother’s breast, those who carry their hearts ready for surrender All that souls want is belonging,…

Who would I be?

What would it feel like if I had you? Who would I be amidst your wild beauty? A beast brave and strong A delicate flower smelling like heaven Or myself, just as I was born into the skin of this earth How would we…

Forest bathing

There’s a place in North Wales where forest is like no other. Gentle yet imposing, soothing yet dark. It never fails to stir the soul within me. Air so fresh it speaks of the deepest, most nourishing sturdiness and wisdom. It compares only to…

Nature is the original source

Land is a godly thing, it is of the sacred and the original. It is a being one, open one, the one that offers a choice of whether to transform or not and in no way based on doctrine, assigned attributes, it is free…