If,
....
If you took me to the edge of a river and told me to look I would see it as a river
Maybe, I would feel the cool as the water evaporates back to the clouds it came from; or the feelings of peace and comfort from inside this body. This relationship I share with the river is platonic I am not In love with it nor attracted to it, it just is.
Some people say they can feel a place. Feel the spirit of those who have crossed it's path or influenced the gravel that lays asleep on the ground,they can feel the water displaced as the beaver carries it's wood to it's home, I am not some people.
I appreciate beauty where it's deserved but I am not the judge of whether a warthog has value over the majestic lion, he created this world to be exactly what it is, nonboastful and infinitely wonderful and it is .
If it could be I would adjust my perspective and dispense of my preconceived notions of beauty because as I said I see the river. It would be nice to feel it.
Since we all come from the work of one artist.
I now feel the intensity of the tree and fires it produces burning into this fall
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