The River
I want to create something. I want to create something that helps the world. But helps the world in a way that is exciting to me. Something natural. Something that breathes. Something that cares. Something that calms. Something that feels so natural. Something that brings back the feeling of something that was lost from lifetimes ago. A feeling of home.
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Creating the feeling of home. Where you belong. Where you feel satisfied. Where there is no fear. With the feeling of purpose. With the feeling of making something. Birthing something that can do something positive to the living, breathing world that birthed you.
What is positive? Shaping the world to harmony. What is harmony? The feeling of getting along. The feeling of working together. But not just working with man, but working with the Earth. Not creating something that is just for man’s gain. But for the Earth’s gain as well. For the Earth created me and I would like to give back in some way. But helping the species to thrive as well. Bringing ourselves back to the body. Bringing ourselves back to carbon and water. Oh the love that carbon and water have for us.
Bringing this back to the feeling of home. The feeling of needing not to do, which would contradict this whole writing that was only realized after writing this far. The feeling of belonging regardless of what one has done. Why rush when not moved to rush. The river does not rush, it gets where it’s going. Slow at times, fast at others, depending on the land it is crossing. Depending on the wind and season of time.
