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Nature's RoleFour seasons, come and go,
Impervious to any resistance,
Kindling and pushing life through existence and time.
Sky's cloudless and blue, flood with light from the sun,
Light that drifts across the surface, providing energy and life.
A river trickling with a smooth sound,
Filled with critters, every one unique and content.
Trees, lush and vibrant,
Whisper to the wind, sharing the long lost secrets of the past.
Nature is but it's own life,
Forming the mold of future existence,
The strongest force of all, for it creates life,
The most deadly force of all, for it destroys life.
The serenity of solitude,
as soft as it can be, is destroyed by greed, by lust.
Like a plague, infecting it's host, a species expands,
Until like a wall, it is stopped in it's tracks, slowly becoming confined.
Nature, smart in ways, provides balance and peace between all things.
RelaxationSilence in the air, heavy like the weight of a mountain, presses against my ears.
A darkness as deep as the deepest floors of ocean floods my closed eyes.
My heart beats in a perfect rythm, my chest rises and sets like that of the sun, bringing new life into my body.
Air as sweet as my first kiss, pushes all my senses to their limits, allowing every detail to be absorbed like a sponge.
My body lies flat against tiny blades of grass, each its own cushion, supporting my body, the ground warm against my soft cheek.
A light breeze floats across the back of my neck, relaxing every muscle, every nerve.
Memories and dreams, all run wild as my imagination continues to take over, nothing to stop it.
Reality is broken, anything and everything runs free, creating a seperate world, a seperate time, vast and perfect.
The warmth of the ground, the soft grass, all of it is gone, my mind is now in complete control of everything.
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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