Simply logic, from the soul

 

Nature

Things that you’re used to, things that you couldn’t live without reassess think again do you really need them?

She slept in the forest

Powerful <3

Dreams of being other species; shattered

Throughout my life, I’ve romanticized the animal world; I wished I were a bird so that I could fly and go wherever I wanted I wished I were an ant and thrived in a social and purposeful society I wished I were a pet cat and slept comfortably wherever and whenever I wanted while the

Viva la vida

Whatever he is

My lover’s so far away again flashing through a bike ride down lonely lanes, streets, shrubs, paths… The clouds are heavy, and the skies are bleak again I can feel each cell thrive and shrivel in my body I just want to be naked and sprawl on the great green grass; get kissed by the

Menaka

The death of sacred things

Tropical forests

are where we evolved from and forests are fundamental to our physical and psychological well being. They’re being depleted ruthlessly by greedy corporations who partner with governments to produce sad stuff, to sell us sad stuff for profit so that we can buy it, get hooked on it– to be less sad? Don’t buy it–break

With you

जूनकिरी, junekiri, June bug, lightning bug, firefly

Bleeding green

Can’t get myself to cry …it’s been over years… over something that’s left this samsara the memories blur and dissipate to the ground I’m trying to knock myself alive cry a little more, scream a bit love a lot but I’m left dissipating too; dispersing with the winds themselves trying to attach to whatever that

Playful swivel

Seeing you is seeing a raven snake swimming on a stream, after rain Most people are scared of it But I just feel so happy, seeing you frolic in shimmering sunlight Playing against the flow, splashing Playing with me when I rode on by As you swiveled into thorny green abyss I’m fond of you

I just want to be a snake

John Muir quotes

One of the best ways to see tree flowers is to climb one of the tallest trees and to get into close tingling touch with them, and then look broad Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world The mountains are calling and I must go As long as I live, I’ll

Furs, feathers, skins, and bullfrogs

I miss the woolly mammoths They look so majestic in the waning sunlight How do little mammals survive arctic winters? I wanna distribute shelters to all of them Poor shivering babies They’re all so amazing and it’s wondrous to Acknowledge that they live and accompany us In this world; so diverse From deserts to forests

Platonic volcanic love

You and I are butterflies; you love her; the trees, the mountains, the air, the grass, the leaves, the flowers I love him; the trees, the mountains, the air, the grass, the leaves, the flowers Sometimes we cross paths And love each other

Changed caterpillar

Forty days and forty nights

Presence; butterflies, bees, bugs all over plants

Finding life in the cracks

Stomping on spongy tree stumps

Bug crawling on my leg

Hey, it’s okay… no one really gives

You may think your problems are so big and life consuming, but it’s really not. It’s actually… well… sort of laughable. I mean, the bees don’t care; they’re out there buzzing around with their little wings. The wimpy little cloud glides by casually like a cool snail across the clear blue skies. The cicada is