Questions.

If art is indicative of a creator, is it wild to think that each piece of nature is creator?

That everything has a soul of their own, and they’re so in tune with life that they understand how to stay course and share this earth… to be and create and give their part of the beauty. So connected that their soul intertwines and meshes just perfectly with the soul/soil around that support and balance it? 

Is nature misunderstood? Would it compare if we said they are alive and making choices and living… breathing and supporting… being. 

They don’t breathe with lungs but do we not smell and breathe because of them?

They do not see with eyes but do they not find their way? Do we not witness them? 

They do not speak with words but do they not take our breath away?

Are we as humans longing the connection with these beings… longing and wanting to be a part of the beauty and the wild nature of it all?

We come from it. We go back to it.. 

We’ve become so structured and so angry and so powerful… how do we break down the walls and let the ego go, so we can share space on this gracious planet in way that we can look upon beauty and know we are a piece of it? 

Can we remember that we too, are creators?