​Think of money as energy--
as food: nutrients.

Who are you feeding?

What are you seeing strengthened
​and grown?

Rebirth: Part I
Standing on a dimming stage
in the echoing stillness of our Plot--
fixed in the Silence of an
audience deprived of intimacy:

The Death of a world
that never knew Life.

Rebirth: Part II
The Death of one world
is the Birth of another.

Listen to the Mountains
speak and they'll tell you
stories of the Ocean.
​

     Go walking in a pine forest with open eyes, open ears, and an open mind. Observe the impact of the beetle kill that our forest’s interested-parties cried so loudly over. Look at how many homes the dead provide shelter and sustenance for. Look at the new saplings shooting up towards the Sun. Look at the nutrients breaking down from the fallen logs and returning to the soil. Look at how the survivors have spread their growing limbs into the opened air. Nature made no mistake. Death is no misfortune.
​     Nature, now more than ever, is needing to do Her work. There is no tragedy in letting those not vital enough to survive die. Their cycles—our cycles—should be celebrated, not interfered with and mourned for.

Surplus is burden.
Expectation is limitation.
Hope is anxiety.
Fear is confinement.

A heavy pack is a liability.
It does not help to carry more than you need.

Only those who do not know Life
​trouble over how and when they might die.

Our world is not crumbling.
Those are mere numbers,
those are just games.
Listen to the roots warming,
they're humming in the ground.
Watch the crows snapping limbs:
structure for uncertain wings.
Can you smell Spring's fertility
in the changing air?

Attachment.

So many of us are hopelessly attached to our lives, our Things, and  beliefs. Consequently, we are fearful and susceptible...easily unnerved—rigid, stagnant, unmoving.

The gap in feeling and experience between attached and unattached individuals is often too vast to bridge. One is the log, wedged in the rocks, bowing under the force of the water’s pressure. The other is the leaf that swirls through its vortex before continuing on with the current’s flow.

Questions To/For The Self
How have the people you most admire lived? Did they live blanketed in comfort, stifled by false-security? Were they complacent—did they submit their cognition to social and societal influence?—Or, did they denounce superficiality and buck conformity for the sake of pursuing the motivations of soul?

How do you feel your life and actions relate to the lives and actions of those you most respect and revere?

Submit yourself to Nature's voice,
this is not a fight--
your enemies are of your own making.
What are you scared of, Death?
Do you also stand in rivers,
attempting to halt the water's flow?