As Nature

As nature:

we belong as nature, a pattern of its design, no less intimate with our source as a tree rooted to earth, or birds wingspan touched to air- and this is our great forgetting, that we are nature too, belonging deep to earth, breathing sky, at home within the world.

we often call ourselves searchers, or believe we more truly belong to some distant heaven, that the earth is just our temporary place of stay. Even our bodies don’t feel like home, being uncomfortable at the very root of our existence. Yet we are made of earth, collected dust somehow breathed to life. Our greater respiratory system is the forest, each tree added to sustain us. We come from the ocean’s womb, and it’s still carried in our veins now, our blood remarkably similar to its water.

we are every bit nature.

this is our only true home, right here, as body and earth. It’s where we belong, and the only Eden that we’ll know. There is no real search for anything other, especially as each step we ever take declares itself as home, touched against its very origin. That there is any place other for us to be is a delusion of beliefs, an inherited sense of separation.

this is the only place we belong.

as nature, it’s what we are, our every surrounding — we can never be removed from this, never separated. It’s just a matter of remembering, allowing our bodies to recall their very ground of being. It’s a return to earth and surrender to air. The breath is our return, and each step finds its source once more. We’re always here, at home in body and the world. It’s where we most truly belong, and we never need to search to find ourselves…

we are here, as nature.

~

Peace,
Eric