The silent river floats as a lonely leaf rests upon the water
The birds sing out to the lonely leaf whose destination is destined by the current.
The suns love shines out warming it, soothing the coolness.
Motionless and carefree, the leaf trusts the river.
The leaf was once part of a tree who once was a seed, which through a splash of rain and suns light grew towards the stars.
Sprinkling along the vast dark space, lost constellations of the unknown are the guiding light for the wondering spirit.
The lonely soul cries out to the stars while the moon mothers with her abundance of love.
As the leaf continues the journey, fish swim by to keep company, lending themselves, they carry the leaf.
Taking it through the depths of the waters for the leaf to explore the deepness, the stars above can still be seen.
The birds fly along the side of the leaf continuing to sing remembering the day when the leaf was once part of the tree, on which they gathered to enjoy the serenity.
The tree cared for the little ones whose innocence provided joy.
When grown they sing to the seeds, lying in the bed of nurturing soil to flourish to their potential, so they too can enjoy the beauty of existence,
Blossoming to produce the fruitful decoration, sustenance for other beings.
A fruit helping the survival of a worm whose body is martyred for the survival of a bird who begets life for another.
In essence they are never lost only transformed into another, continuing the cycle of existence for the benefit of all.
The natural world is a world of perfection, enlightened consciousness through which the peaceful interaction creates balance and love.
Gaia, the true source of wisdom, eternal sage whose internal teachings are the basis for perfection.
Each creature created to benefit the whole, each living out their purpose to create the egalitarian union.
Spirits from above witnessed the beauty, to experience it they came down; from the soil they created a vehicle of bones and flesh, the creation of man.
Other creatures welcomed them as their own, welcomed them into the paradise.
Seeing the majestic splendor and experiencing the new found joy, the visitors sworn to help sustain the surrounding rapture.
The land gave and received, taught and nurtured.
Like a new born, man observed with wonder through which he gained the wisdom.
The wisdom was already within but through the Mother's teachings did it come to blossom.
With each breath the pure air enlivened the body as water flowing like a liquefied gem refreshed.
A rainbow of flowers inspired through the pulsating colours while nature played her song through her crystalline sounds.
Life was what it was meant to be till the dark night spread over the soul.
As time passed the darkness blurred the vision, man began to forget his essence and began to identify with the flesh, the birth of the illusionary self.
Still the spirit but was unable to recognize as so.
Mother's heart began to tremble, quake with sorrow, as it grew it cracked releasing the flood of tears, destroying its own beauty.
Stars fell from above to inflame the fading paradise.
Creatures began to fear man and sense his wickedness, looking upon the mother's wounds, they sworn to revenge.
As the illusionary self grew, so did the isolation from the mother, man put a crown and deemed himself to be king of the land.
As he continued to forget his own essence he began to lose the wisdom which once flourished only to decay and fade giving life to ignorance instead.
He began to dictate and destroy, became a scavenger feeding of the wounds of his own mother, who once gave him birth, only to be enslaved.
Little did he know that he only confined himself and is feeding of his own existence, leading to his own destruction.
Flowers trembled upon by concrete while murky waters stagnated, nature songs silenced but not completely only man began to be deaf to it.
The illusion began to believe it is wise, has the key to perfection, ignoring what was once a paradise, he began to create his own prison, his own hell believing it is heaven.
But behind the illusion the leaf still floats on the waters silently, carelessly, free.
