mother nature knows the divinity of my love, as the solemn birds and bees do. If only they and inanimate objects shall know this truth, so be it, let their silent manifestations carry this divine flame too. our species, in its frivolously frantic panic to define an answer for the symbolically translated bi products of the imagination apparent in such radiant heaven, seems to facilitate nothing but confusion and misinterpretation, serving as an inherent distraction from the sensual simplicity of the source energy that drives this physically ‘real’ embodiment. We have all the time in the world, relative to our understanding and exposure to the linear variance in scale existent on this planet, than any other mammal, considering our intellectual capacity, yet tend to forget time is but distance/speed. So be it, let the silent lips of nature weave the coherent authority of this everlasting fire, through all and everything for ever and more in all it’s charming glow, carrying the harmonic sacredness and beauty of this dimensionally retarded shell we have been tied within. you shall see it when you meet us where you thought we would have been, if you ever found the path to where it was.. you would have followed the light. peace.