What is it about these places that steals my heart?
They stretch out their arms and climb through my rib cage, tickling my bones with the tips of their fingers on their way in, until they firmly grasp a hold of my beating heart, and claim it as their own.
I willingly hand it over.
Hell, these places can take every atom,
every drop of blood
breath of air
crease on my lip
every idea that has ever lived inside my brain
every inch of flesh I am made of.
These places have soul. They have a mind.
You can feel it when you are out here.
If you stand still, lie your body down on the earth - you can feel it all.
You can feel the stardust running through your veins. You can feel the explosion of supernovas, millions upon millions of light years away. You can feel the gravity, the gas, the heat of the sun, the dust, the collision of asteroids that created our home over four billion years ago.
Let it wash over you.
Though there is a deafening silence here, the kind of silence where you can hear your organs move inside your body - these places have the loudest voices.
I like things in nature that have a personality.
The mountains, the valleys below, the rivers, the oceans, the roads that reach beyond the infinite, the forests that hand over what your spirit needs, the desert dunes that made a pact with the last rays of golden light to glow together in magnificence.
Delicately place me into my loves, violently throw me into them, put me beside them, inside them, beneath them - I will be my truest self. You do not need to look at me, but hear the passion in the words I speak to you. The ideas that form language and pass through my mouth, like explosions. Each more intense, pure, incandescent than the last.
You will understand where my heart comes from and why.
These places transport you momentarily into their world, a state of divine consciousness that we cannot fathom.
They are free from human control, and they will not hold back their honesty.
They laugh and say “In this lifetime, you will be absorbed by me.”