Nature reveals the things of the divine in a way man cannot maintain. To those who listen secrets are whispered, mysteries are explained, and the spiritual essence of the divine is revealed. The essence of nature is precluded by the illusion of control. If a man sets his being against the chaotic melody of the created he will be forced to bend, as the directionless does not have a stop to its direction. But if a man aligns himself with the violence, and relinquishes control to the beauty, he will find a stillness and an understanding not forged by the constrains of logic but by an unhindered union with the creator.
Suspended; held in balance between a weightless abyss and a great expanse of colored nothingness. I am overwhelmed. Lying prostrate caught in a battle as old as time, two cataclysmic forces endlessly weighing against each other, a fine line of neutrality drawn between them, none the victor. They advance at a measured pace neither making a rushed offensive, neither ceasing their endless barrage, both pressing on, playing the deadly game of time, moving through that gateway as one.
Many have tried to describe it using eloquent words and scientific terms, but in the face of such a forceful balancing such words fail to capture its depth. In the midst of such power and conflict a thin band of peace and stillness thrives, an absence of all conflict, in which I find myself. Floating on my back; peacefully, blissfully at rest, all semblance of control released to the invisible chaos around me. Forces so immense the mind cannot hope to attain control; the only road forward surrender. In such a moment the foundations of heaven touch down to earth, the dusty unused conduits of pure emotion open, and a pathway to the heavens is established. The walls around my heart so meticulously erected are swept aside by the pure force of the void, and an understanding swept my body. Peace is not an amiable feeling conjured up by a release of pent up emotion, but the force that releases the emotions itself. Peace is a violent action, the forcible removal of all except a void of pleasant nothingness, not a place of unknowing, but a place to know and to fully be know. I lay in that state driven there by the magnificence of nature, and held there by the thirst of my soul. A need for rest, the only hope at action enjoyment.