The Road to Abundance Lies in Nature

For our quest to know oneself lies wholly in the hand of that which we perceive, we must perceive what is true.  The only constant knowing that we all share is the world around us.  Trees grow all over the planet, birds fly in all continents, and faith interweaves all raindrops.  Ecstatic in its movement, solitude in its forgiveness, the article of nature is more than a quiet read.  It is the alluring almighty presence of the eternal everlasting, in the form of decay and rebirth.  It is substance and air, wrapped in a stream of flow and fire.  Each element delicately placed in a forever evolving landscape of trust and duty, the world is the everlasting truth of life.

Let's unpack this a little further.  What did you eat for breakfast today? Was it a cup of chai and bread, or fruit instead? The inner workings of these substances hold their own innate power and residue.  The toast says, ‘I am of trust and faith that we will be provided for today.’  The melon says, ‘I quench your thirst with every bite, where does delight quench your thirst?’.  The apple says, ‘Bite into life and it may bite you back, but when you see the whole picture you can relax.’  Fortitude in solace, fortitude in peace, fortitude in remembering, these beings of grace.  Fortitude of knowing, fortitude of pace, fortitude of transforming your holy place.  Fortitude of absence, fortitude of grace, fortitude of everlasting faith.

Do you understand now, or is this another rambling? For nature likes to ramble.  It doesn’t draw straight lines, it doesn’t keep score, it doesn’t ask for anything, it simply is not poor.  Abundance flows everywhere, abundance is truth, abundance is all that we can see and do.  Abundance is our birthright, abundance is our way, nature is everlasting in the dance of night and day.  Nature is the prophet, nature is the guru, nature is the one we know as god and holy union.  Based in itself, the creator turns every corner.  Based in nature, the creator is a creator.  Based in nature, creation comes home.  Immerse yourself in the world above, and you will keep falling.  Immerse yourself in the world below, and you will find it hard to stand.  Immerse yourself in the world of awakening, and then you will understand.  That life is always calling you, through her gracious hand.  The branch, and the leaf, the petal and the stone.  The yellow, and the amber, and the brown undertones.  The peach, and the pear, and the cuddly ferocious bear.  The wild, and the meak, forever in each other they seek.  The wild wants a ride, tall and high.  The meak wants to hide, and be left to die.  The seeker knows both, for her has lived a full life.  The seeker wishes to know, abundance and strife.  The seeker feel helpless, when no-one see her way.  The seeker feels helpless and prays, ‘is there another way?’  Calling back to herself, she opens her heart.  Falling deeper within, life becomes her art.

Never far away, is the calling of the beast.  Never far away, is the calling of the feast.  Never far away is the time to settle in.  The womb of the Mother, envelopes you to see.  ‘I am me, and I am you.  You are me in all you do.  I am not trouble, I am no score, for all I see in you is pure.  I am not broken, I am not false, for all of life is my results.  I mirror you see, all that can be seen, I mirror the truth and what is in between.  In between your ears, in between your toes, your life is a magnet for all that has arose.  Your life may feel fleeting, your life may feel sore, but do not haste to waste yourself, you are so much more.  I call you back to me now, to see your divine truth.  I call you back to me now, to see the cockerels roost.  I call you back to me now to see the spring blossom.  I call you back to me now to see the blue sky of hope and the clouds of imagination.  I call you back to me now in fever and grace.  I call you back to me now, for the rivers that race.  I call you back to the mountain top full of knowledge and clarity.  I call you back to the desert shrouded in drought and mystery.  I call you back to the forest, where many creatures live.  I call you back to your hands, the plant and shovel and dig.’

Place your hands on soil today, and the rivers of truth will flow through you.  Place your hands in magic of mud, and the nature of reality will be known.  Place your hand on the petals and leaves, and you will bloom inside.  Place your hand upon your womb, and life will arise.

Blessed are thee that know this path,

Blessed are thee, this ancient path.

Blessed are thee that water the soil,

Blessed are thee that feel its toil.

Blessed are thee that dig and smooth,

Blessed are thee that know the truth.

Blessed are thee that ramble with grace,

Nature is calling you back with haste.

The rambings of nature, 26/03/2025