The sun is sitting there behind the fog.
The wind is blowing through the branches.
The flowers are naturally moving up through the earth toward the sky.
The breath moves in and out of my body.
One heart beat is not faster, stronger than the next to sustain my breath.
The flowers are not racing against one another to get to be more beautiful.
The wind is not resisting the trees, merely moving through them.
The sun is not pressing closer to the earth to move the fog.
All nature is just being as it is, moving in harmony with the existence of the other.
To BE is enough.
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