The mystery is yet to be revealed.
All life shaping and being shaped in symphony, in cacophony.
Wounds being opened, scars licked by love and compassion to blend back into the beautiful body that was and will never be the same again.
Fires roaring to cleanse, to create, to nurture, to ignite, to propel seeds into their full growth and potential.
Water raging, foaming, foaming, shaping, melding, melting, lovingly caressing, relentlessly pounding, transforming other as it is transforming itself.
Earth, so immensely rich and deep, mother and father, nurturing and holding, bringing forth and swallowing up.
Wind, caressing and howling, reducing great rocks to sand and sand to eternity. Whispering and bellowing, carrying seeds and birds and pounding everything to the earth.
Rocks, solid, giving rise to images of what was, what is and what could be, energies solid and yet untamed.
Sun, fierce and burning, changing, birthing, loving, being the compass of life and seasons, of gods and soul, of hearts and songs.
Moon, gentle, enveloping, stroking bodies, loves and beings. Stroking waves and trees, reflecting, glittering, rendering all beautiful, bringing out the tenderness of lovers and the magic of mystical beings, otherwise not seen.
Trees, rooted, strong, yet shaped by other energies. Claiming space, making space, ultimate creation, live-giving being in this world. Singing into being the sun, the earth the wind and the water. Taking in the sun and the moon and reflecting them so their beauty is magnificent to behold.
The mystery is yet to be revealed - mystery I greet you.
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