The magical foreplay of nature
The sun is sinking,
softly as the sky is painted with hues of orange and lilac,
the breeze cool, caressing her skin,
sweeps through scented with lavender,
cleansing all of the world's dismay.
The smell of the ocean water lingers in her lungs,
heavenly pleasant and relieving to her distress.
She watches the evening tides
that wait patiently to head home,
to be tucked into the comfort of their beds
with a warm cup of chai tea just like her.
She watches as every wave slows down,
the pace matching her breaths
that go in and out,
as she feels her body oozing with peace.
She stands there for a few moments,
reminiscing on the day she could relive forever.
People often told her,
“Pills, sleep and a psychiatrist are all you need.”
She heard them but the answer to her soul's wellness was different.
It's as though she was being called,
summoned,
lured,
entranced,
by the trees and the deep sea, by nature,
to come to them,
to come and spend some time with them,
to talk to the leaves, to the branches,
listen to the water as it dazzles over the sand,
listen to the sweet melodies of the birds,
gently lay on the cool grass underneath,
look at the sky,
the infinite universe above,
a space that no one can claim,
a space that is forever eternal,
a space where all the magic happens.
Stare at the clouds.
What do you see?
A dragon? A horse? A sinking yacht?
Let your mind be free,
let it wander,
let it be lost for a while,
away from all the urban noise,
away from prejudices of your past,
unforeseeable pressures of the future,
away from all that ceases to exist,
in this moment.
Be gentle with your thoughts,
the stories you retell yourself,
perhaps some stories aren’t meant to be retold,
perhaps their words don’t mean anything,
until you give them the power of control.
Surrender your heart to the pushes and pulls of life,
the not-so-glamorous parts of the day.
Not everything is meant to go perfectly.
What does perfect mean anyway?
She watches it all,
this magical foreplay of nature
that mysteriously takes place,
standing against the sidelines,
her heart full of the joy that nature always knows
exactly what her heart desires.
Nature always heals the empty and hurting parts of her soul.
She stands for just another moment,
watching as the sun finally sets.
She lets out a long sigh as she turns to leave,
content in her heart,
her spirit fully rested and free.
