Just Be

Nicole Ivy
100 Naked Words
Published in
2 min readJan 7, 2020
Sway by Nicole Reinhard

If you sit next to a Live Oak tree draped in Spanish moss, and the only sounds you hear are the birds playing fetch with song, and a few scattered rain drops bouncing off the leaves on the ground…it won’t be too long before you feel heaven settle in to warmly greet you as the sun pierces through the forest, the rays magnified by the dew coating every surface.

I feel like I’m here to translate Her secrets. I stay quiet and still as if a slight movement would erase the moment. I’m a human creature taking down notes trying to describe Life. I’m taking notes on how everything starts breathing in unison with you once you stop fighting against yourself and the world. What a strange reaction. How uniquely human. We are always reaching to capture “it,” but once we think we have, “it” has moved on. It changes. It plays. And humans are always left behind.

Underneath the dream there is something we are all missing. “It.” Something humans are mostly numb to. It’s always been there. I have always tried to articulate it to others but right now I just want to feel it. My heart beating with the Spanish moss sway and birds in surround sound, begging me to play. So I put down my human pen. Stop taking notes on what even the most accomplished poet could never exactly express and just do the only thing that would do it any justice. Feel it. Live it. Be it.

Just be.

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Nicole Ivy
100 Naked Words

A quiet observer who shares her inner landscape by writing about the subjective yet universal human experience.