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A Moment of Natural Zen
On Nature’s power to heal the mind and body
Settling and soothing, the world beyond walls mends a mood, heals the foul wounds of existence, patches a hole in a soul.
Face-slapping salty coast, drippy drenched mossy forest, sunburnt rusted desert, mountains kiss sky, butterflies tango, deer splash bank to bank, a leaf kayaks from unknown wheres rushing hello and waving goodbye off to who knows elsewhere as afternoon rhapsodizes in featureless blue, fades to sparkly milk splashed across unfathomable black depth, perspectivizing a speckofalife atom piggybacked on a lonely blue dot whooshing silently through the void around a doomed sol flung far out along a solitary arm of a one-in-a-gazillion pinwheel star factory accelerating away from everything that ever existed and all that ever will.
Nature, my Nature, your Nature, ours. Right here. Head out of the clouds Nature. Feet back on the ground Nature. I still can’t believe it exists Nature.
To feel a slice of it! Wade in icy numbness up to shocked genitals, bake limbs in August’s oven, lips parched and dusted, head drenched by a monsoonal haboob, arms skyward, eyes shut tight listening to the indescribable exquisiteness of quietude, sensing the immensity of it all from a womb of gentle gurgling that drowns out the beyond, the worry and the agony, what…
