Natures Quiet Logic

Elements abstracted from the math of things belong to the earth. The trees speak with reason absent any formal thought.

Your soul's impulse embraces your Divine. She sees the order in the wordless stories of the field, where flowers kissed by bees reflect the joy of the mating dance.

Standing in the glitter of the moonwake, elemental dancers wander through a secret existence.

Their repeated spiraling pulses out a requiem that instructs us in the cycle of logic found in nature.

The science of the form is reflected in the arc of the sun across the sky. Trees whisper secrets in their leaves. Softness left in droplets blankets the unrelenting noise.

There is no such thing as one-way liberation when you drop inside and surrender to reality.

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