Nature being fulfilled all around me, nothing interfering
with it's calculated methods of survival.
Being one with Mother Nature, knowing all is wonderfully
intricate, wound together in a beautiful spacious area
of my brain, awaiting an increased amount of illumination
coming from within wisdom's sphere.
Placid and uncontrolling, giving an essence of pure
innocence and passion, never letting go of any of the
sensuous intellectual seriousness of a renewed energy.
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