Through the lens of my eyes
I stared up into the azure sky, and watched the clouds glide along, their strides were small, but
surely moved on. I stroked the earth slowly feeling grains of dirt, and on the tips of my fingers
their memories lurked. And as I inhaled involuntarily, unwilling to disrupt this calm, I pondered
this fragrant but familiar scent, that stayed just out of my palm. I experienced these sensations
and I struggled to see how it all links together with such unity. To understand its complexity and
simplicity in one is a concept that only nature has done.
The silky balls of vapor seemed so particularly placed but yet swayed with grace, like a weeping
willow on a breezy day. I never thought the gathering of H2O particles floating in the sky would
embody dreams so perfectly. The distance that they keep away resembles my aspirations,
always far but never out of reach. Their fluid movements over the boundless terrain of the sky
becomes a ceaseless presence. And as I look up to see my goals right above me, I see a future
of finally looking down on the clouds, existing in the unknown. And so with this in mind, I
continue on my day, with the clouds in my background, preparing for the day I see beyond the
clouds.
The blazing sun beared down on my skin, and left ripples of warmth that ran with my blood
vessels within. The depth of its reach is an epitome for my courage. Its gentle but unforgiving
gaze spreads through the endless lands, caressing its way into hidden corners of the earth,
giving light to those that seek it. I cannot see the sun directly for I risk getting burnt, but I close
my eyes and feel its excitement running through every fiber of my being, like the electric current
that runs through lightning. And as I open my eyes, I feel the sun’s glow linger on my eyelids,
the electricity that sparks in my gaze and the strength that resides in my stride.
The vibrant scatter of green in my periphery radiates a calm tranquil. The assortment of shrubs
and trees mixed with the vivid colours of flowers paint a depiction of creativity. I see fiery reds
clashing with deep blues and mellow yellows contrasting with anxious purples, but those that
hold it all together are the tender greens. Their freshness purifies all odors leaving an aromatic
aura in its wake. And with this as I breathe the whiff of mint in the wind, and bask in the peace of
my surroundings, the bothersome chatter in my mind vashises. So I rise once more, now with a
hushed mind and take in the scene around me. A veil is lifted from my eyes revealing every
intricate detail, from every vein in the leaves of the trees to every drop that remains from
morning dew, I can see clearly once more.
The hard earth rumbled below me, where each grain of dirt carries a story. The memories and
truths untold are forever buried in the soil, never to be revealed. But as I trail my fingers through
the rich soil, the marks of dust appear on my skin, and now I leave my mark on that soil. And so
with my back on the soil, my fingers absently caressing it, displacing pieces of history in the
process, I leave with it a part of my legacy and I gain from it my lost connections. All things will
eventually return to the soil, so as I dust myself off carefully, and tread on, I carry with me the
memories of my ancestors, my family and me. The gentle hum of the soil that supports my feet
vibrates through my bones and supports me. I look forward into the twists and turns of my path
but remain connected to the earth beneath my feet, my memories.
And so as I walk down my path and experience these sensations once again, the ceaseless
clouds, the burning sun, the supporting earth and the serene trees, I see their simplicity and
understand their complexity. It is a concept that only nature has done, but now its nature and
one.