Introvert in Nature (15/07/18)

It’s somehow hard to see God in a mess of people.

All struggling for success made up in their own heads.

And yet, it’s difficult to see Him, in the cluster of creatures made in his likeness.

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His likeness is found, perfect and clear in a crowd of poplars, who fill the silence surrounding them with the static applause if their round, two-toned leaves.

It’s easy to feel Him while surrounded by quietly violent blades of grass, who gently stab at your ankles and bare legs.

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There is little difference between realism and surrealism when you think of air long enough to feel it hold you.

When you see the fine lines and wrinkles of the wise nature around you + suddenly you see that life has changed from a nightmare to a daydream.

The chaos of leather faces are replaced with the cultured faces of instinct.

Faces of worry-free living.

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A sluggish pine waves oddly at me without expecting a response, but I smile back, almost instinctually.

Because for some reason, I believe every tree needs company.

The grass is quick to show it’s tremor as the wind brushes through it like the heads of retirement home residents, or the hands of a stage-frightened performer.

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Every tree, every bug, every blade of grass is so sure of itself.

It doesn’t have to think about what it is or how to be, it simply is.

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The poplars are content with existence,

Ants like to focus on adaptation,

+ the pines socialize without expectation,

+ I, well.

I just keep them company.

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xx.

-nonni.