[THE FORCE]
THE MUSIC... IT IS BY ONE OF MY FAVORITE ARTISTS SO PLEASE LISTEN...
The gentleness of water trickling over rocks in a mountain stream singing songs as ancient as the earth... reactions of the petals falling to the ground in the breeze.
One catches the wind and is carried away to some far off place where it becomes food for ants carried across leaves and twigs.
Pulled into the nest where the colony waits on the queen and life is all connected on pheromonic levels.
A seed taking root and bursting through the ceiling leaves cast open to the shining light...
Green blood that converts the suns rays to food.
A year a small tree... many years a mighty oak holding symbiosis in its branches...
Birds of prey and squirrels as they play...
Testaments to the struggle... reminders of the will to live.
Rain falling to the floor of the world in lulling patterns... a song of pittering and pattering sploches of liquidity...
Lulling and free in the enormousness of all this nature that seems to elude so many as the roar of moderninity threatens to drown us all in its din.
A moment of reflection in the pool of life that reflects the whole of everything that is we.
A second of introspection as it all is made manifest.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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