rustling leaves and the ocean

I’ve been craving the outside. 

To be in the middle of an expansive nature, the only conflicts within mother herself. 

i want the stillness of the sun on my eyelids and the wind brushing my skin. 

i want the stillness of terrestrial miracles enveloping me and nothing and no one else. 

id like to be present to God within mother herself.  

I want that peace that only arrives when the infinite makes you still. 

like the way rustling leaves can sound like the ocean sometimes, and for half a second you forget where you are.  

I want the wonder your soul feels when you look at an uninterrupted night sky.

mother exists in such conflicting harmony.

One grain of sand never knowing it’s enormous significance as part of the whole. 

Not just to it’s larger body of sand, but to it’s beach, and that beach to it’s aquatic eco system, and that body of water to the world.  

I’d like to be lost in nature’s conflict as nature is aligned with the infinite.