I walk outside,
my mind explodes
and I feel a rush of
ecstasy.
I look around
and I can’t believe
that this is where I live.
How can the grass even BE so green?
How is the sky so blue?
How can water droplets
stuck together in the sky
reflect the cosmos itself,
forming patterns and shapes
so mesmerizing
that when you look at them
you melt?
The plants so expressive,
the creatures so strange,
how are the trees so bold?
How can it be
that the mountains can tell me
the most powerful lesson of my life
without ever saying a word?
And how can there be
this huge bright ball of light
up in the sky
that gives us warmth and life and joy
day after
day after
day?
Who even thought of
such a world?
This paradise –
how can it
even be?
About the Creator
Allyssa Izetta
soundbath & reiki practitioner. intuitive energy worker. dancer. i write to try and make sense of the beautiful mystery that is life. explore more of my work: www.fluid-stillness.com, IG: @fluid.stillness
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