So Nature Is A Sight To Behold. Beauty Beyond All Imagination. Perfection In It’s Stillness. . .
But!, What If The Meditation Of Life Feeding On Life, Feeding On Life, Feeding On Life. . .
Has A Endlessly Violent Rapture?. Cycles Feeding On The Feast Itself. . .
For Example, The Connection Of Blinking, & Breathing, Trees, The Bird’s, And The Bee’s?. . .
The Trees Give Oxygen And You Blink While You Take In A Deep Breath. . .
One Can Imagine That If You Count Your Blinking, 1 2 3, And Subtract The Total Sum With Breath’s. . .
Blinking::: 1+ 2+ 3+, Breathing::: -1 -2 -3. As You Lay Your Consciousness With Nature. . .
It Becomes A Form Of Simplistic Meditation. Singing With The Bird’s For Example As You Connect Your Body With The Trees. Within Blinking And Breathing. No Fault, None To Blame. Insane (???).
Of Course Not!.
Jus You Meditating. And Receiving It’s Melody Of Perfection As You Absorb Purity. . . . . . .