Through nature, I am told that I have a purpose, a calling if you will. I listen to the voice, the poem, the melody of nature for my direction. A sort of creative energy, of the highest forms of insight is informing me of the directions I must go, the path I must choose, each step of the way. Particularly, I feel a sway towards certain things in life that must, must not be ignored. For there is a reason the surroundings in my life are just the way they are. Like many things, however, they may just not be directly understandable as I live, comprehending through a limited human perception.

These words, are the words of the world of nature I am such a welcomed part of. It is from the air I breath, that the insects swim and in about, in which the birds survival depends on, which carries their beautiful voices to my ears that these very words are possible to appear. Of course, that is, among many, many, many other miracles, which through an entire life of introspection will not be understood in its entirety, nor will it be completely misunderstood to any extent; for the whole nature of each voice, each melody, taste, sight, and smell is a fruitful taste into an infinite, all encompassing, beautiful, and welcoming dimension known as reality;…That of truth, love, and light.

Just as the wind blows leaves, brothers from the same tree, in scattered directions, each aspect of nature has its very own destination, and purpose in its role of life and eternity. Listen, smell, understand if you will, into the greatest depths of awareness, and tell the world, what is yours?