Morning people… Us geezer girly-fiends will make our decent down the state with the big wind. Leaving the bigger wind and the turbulent Lake Michigan to slam at the land. Not a ‘rock hounds’ day at the beach.
Sandy had her way with the East coast and snow pummels in feet the Appalachians. West coast has its continued earthquakes and Nature wins.
If you haven’t bared the Nature of you
feel the metaphor roll across your land
From outside in the sea of you churns
in storming tidal waves of feeling
Pouring down on to the roads and into the subways
Of the deep of you, on the land you claim
Does Nature make for coincidence in her expressions?
Does She swirl like a might galaxy over the waters?
In the ‘As Above So Below’ for us to understand
In the bearing down of her a reminder that she wins
More than often her grace gives to blue and Sun
And full moon nights light the sky in magic glow
There is nothing she is not capable of expressing
In the vastness of creativity made manifest for us to imagine
We are of her nature in the nature of Her
Elemental beings expressing our vast creativity
We are Sunny days and violent oceans
White deep winters and vacant deserts
We are giggling brooks and bolts of lightening
Surging tides and forest moss resting
We are gentles rains and our earth cracking open
spilling out our hot lava and gentle kissing the shore
We are Nature’s nature….
Think not that you will not win