I was told while feeling sad, “turn life into a metaphor”
My heart ponders metaphors, for joy
It reaches towards Mother Nature and I become something more transparent
My heart becomes the germinating seed and my mind an ocean of depths unknown
My soul is merely a locked door waiting to be opened
The key is the universe
My body is infinity
I see no beginnings or endings to my being
As I cling to nature’s solace and create metaphors
I adore nature’s gift
Now—I imagine my existence woven into her magic threads
Now—my soul can breath
I,
am something more than drifting particles in hot sand storms
I,
am the painted desert