Feel the soil

I think cities have made humans comfortable. Way too comfortable. Now we don’t have to get our food in the wild forest but from the supermarket. That makes us thrive in some ways I guess, but what’s keeping us strong then? Sharp and in touch with nature? If the governments would give us all we needed, all the commodities we wanted, would we strive for more? For better? Would we be able to go after a higher aim? Or would we just get as comfortable as it can be? Laying in a couch, letting a machine cook for us, think for us, feed us, dress us up and put us on some nice shoes that will be touching only man made floors? I think we have forgotten the feeling of soil on our feet, and the sun now days is bearly seen. Cities have created their weathers. Cloudy shades of gray. But there’s lands that still hold fantasy.

When we go into nature, we learn from the sound the rain drops make when they fall and crash on the ground. We hear the different voices of the wind. We feel the waves of water. We take in and we give out. We give attention and contemplation and we get a communication. A bond is remembered. We are strong, we can love, we can feel and we can create.

That’s how we’ll integrate worlds. Where duality disolves. We learn from nature, we let go of many labels and we connect with ourselves. And times have changed, as they do. We’ve paved a way within and a bridge has been built. We can now grow wild. Feeling deserving of peace and awareness. We can be innocent again and share the living. That world has been born within.

And is not that I hate cities, I love whatever can unite us and bring us together, where we can share art and life and our uniqueness. But there’s always new ways, different ways to meet each other and live among Nature. For me, movement is now the way. Just as wind shakes up the leafs, I start stretching out into a new atmosphere.