With all their might

The birds try, with all their mightto surpass the highway noise

Popping delirium

If you were rich and enjoying a fancy party while slaves looked at your food with hunger in their eyes from outside the window, would you feel that slavery was unjust or would you feel that the slaves were just damn annoying? If you were a person enjoying your bacon meal while a flyer was

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Question everything you fear

The things that we’ve been taught to fear: the normal darkness at night without lights the wilderness and it’s animalistic sounds like they’re supposed to be our primitiveness; that we’re born with think what’s the real entity to fear? The people who drown you in debt based on opportunistic clauses the people who could lock

On the surface of my heart

Dream girl, you stay on the surface of my heart, somewhere unable to penetrate through thick layers but who says that you have to dig in? I go to such wild places out here, with you

Fire in her eyes

I like my women with fire in their eyes a quirk on their face and an ocean of wisdom in their soul he said

Boar god on the left

there’s less of you made there’s less of you dead I believe in humanity. If we had the option to slaughter for food ourselves, we’d choose to eat plant based.

Dear fruit fly

I understand you, you freakin fly, I can’t believe that I’m me and you’re a speck of dust in air but somehow I’m moved by you and when one is moved, they understand the pain that one is going through, and it’s called love never mind who… what you are what matters is this process

Where the tree once stood

Go where the birds roam where they want. A place where they always come back, on a tree, underneath the sunlight. Living naturally within the forest that nurtures them cares for them that plays with them that holds the weight of their bodies after they move onto the next life and places it upon the

The look

The look, that’s dipped in drink drinking it would be a cure, the only solution drinking it for lifetimes by looking

Nature

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

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

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

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

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

Forty days and forty nights

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

Throughout mankind

Throughout the history of mankind, how many times Have people seen the sun Through the tree leaves

Cycling for three hours