Wilderness is amazing.
In the wilderness, one day I woke up to this unbearable lightness of being (Do you read Kundera?)
.. And I hurriedly took a shower
The nature was bountiful – there was abundance of everything – peace, beauty, Life. Yet, I saw Thirst with arms outstretched..
I saw the fallen –
And also realized that falling is not a question of degrees
Especially when I saw ones who were down but not out..
..and the green, the life fighting with own twin dryness and death within
So I, too, stretched my arms full length
.. and decided not to fret too much when I can’t get all my lines straight – after all, nature has difficulty doing that, too –
I reminded myself not to focus too hard on the dunes, the sky or the earth, the greens, the lush or the parched in isolation – it’s the total picture that matters.
Has wilderness said something to you of late?