On Nature’s Essence

We are meeting each other like wheat leaves touch the rich blue sky in Summer. The water rushes to the sandy shore to return to oneness. As one redwood tree is to a log, we are in essence, shared.

The temperature of the lake cools to the ice as winter winds come to whirl over the surface. Just as the whim in my footsteps becomes lighter in your presence, and my cheeks will smile at the cold winter light as yours do.

Our hellos and goodbyes of the morning resonate in the songs sung in the afternoon daylight.

When the bluebird comes upon the lake, it moves from its perch on the tree branch. The movement gently shakes the pines, a small whisp of air moves. On the surface of the lake, this subtle change in air, has shifted the lake’s water in the slightest. Now a school of geese come upon the shore, joining the blue bird. The water on the sand dances a little, under the many bird’s feet. The top of the little waves glistens, light dances on the crisp daylight air. The birds chirp lively songs, and now the squirrels come out upon the tree branch. The leaves shake. Wind over the lake stirs, and meets the man at the lakehouse across the shore. He smiles, his teeth touching the cold air. A fern tree bows to his left, as another wind blows over the meadow.

Our humanity is the petals to the nectar of life’s essence. The flower, is our shared existence. Our natural expression of life, is to co-create this shape of beauty. We are the petals of a flower surrendering to the graceful dance of nature’s bouquet.

The history of our lives is a closed blossom. Then one petal meets light. Another, and soon more. Now at this time which our flower blooms, humanity meets light. Now our petals open in simultaneous harmony.

We are a symphony, opening together. We do not expand, but open. We open to light, which expands our awareness, now joined by our offering. Nectar, nature’s gift. Our offering expands our infinitude, which needs no more time.

Each petal is beautiful and glowing, nourished. Always, the petals move in a beautiful parade. Opening like a fan, in a sweet morning air. A silhouette. In the day light, the flower’s petals become known. Yet still, the petals are always connected to the base, until they fall away.

The source of love limitlessly renews itself in our presence. As we live in the light, we become known. The true shape of the flower, becomes known through the arc of our lives. The path to love, is in the direction of our songs, our voice, our life. The veins of the petal, colors, and hues, invite one to know the fragrance of nature’s essence. Our beauty, love, and richness, invites the fragrance of love, an endless source which is not the essence of the petal — but the gift of the flower itself.