Nature, Beauty and Ink

It is wise to dive headlong into the wild, close the blind eyes and open the clear mind, its wise to rise from the cluttered mind, infested with recycled cliches and mindset and outworn rotten habits..  
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Rise and stretch the feet that are turned frozen inside a cold seat, a mechanical heat, won't ever warm the cold heart, sun is your hearth, lounge in the open airs and gather as much as you can. and fill the empty inside with heaven's breath...  
 
While time is wide and the plains get greener and flat, decked with poppies and daffodils and daisies..and so many fragrant seedlings. where little creatures , find resort and feast the fair season...on nature's boon.  
Nature is a pretty smiling face, just a few miles away from home, wild berries and cherries and grapes and cantaloupes...next time to come up from the ripened earth, by water melons seeds, to adorn the flat farms...........  
 
Reconnect with earth and earth will know its breed, its primeval seed, its human origin , as you come from mother earth, you need to suck its natural milk and scent its dusty perfume, cuddle in its warm embrace,  
 
The wild speaks of forest depths, a mountain patience, a pasture smile, the wild assaults its feelings,with the most tender claws, not scratch your emotions with noisy music, from the roads of loss..from the walls of drugs and the dark corners...of addiction.....and self oblivion..........  
Cure the clogged, crowded veins with real blood from real raw life......sip the pearly waters from the crystal fountain pristine source spurting straight from the rocks of the prime mountain.............  
 
Go wise with steps heading to cleanse your spirit and purify your heart..  
we need a while beside the lakes limpid waters, and a rest on mountains flank and an elixir from forests airs distilled like wine in crystalline dew..........  
 
It's the body who needs its bed to rest when life down here has exhausted its weary resources.In the maiden forest,every thing takes its place; takes its time, the flower its perfume, the tree its shade the wind its breath with every seed airborne, no need to alter the forests course life takes its flowing stream. inspired like a poet by natural muse,