Yugen

In a philosophical world, where the mountains can't reach the skies, where the trees can't talk, where the river can't fly, where the crows can't sing and the truth can't be false, what are we humans doing here?
Do we have an urge to change the nature, or even replicate it? The bits' and bobs all around, the crave for a happy life, is this the way we enjoy the nature?

Do all the galaxies would have such beautiful nature like ours? Do all the galaxies would have humans like us? Do all the galaxies would persuade​ life like us? If yes, then why can't we travel to other galaxies and tourism there? It would be so much fun, eh?

Can we just take a break and place ourselves to a cynefin? To hear the nature's voice, the woodnote, to see the feuillemort, that is, the color of a dying leaf, ochar and fruitful, to sense the komorebi, the beautiful sunlight passing through our skin and our arteries and veins and to our blood, to sleep under the sound of psithurism and to smell the wild air?
Is all of these possible? Or we humans would just live this life, competing with each other, growing each day for a better day which isn't yet guaranteed to arrive?

Dear nature,
Thanks is not a perfect word which I can offer  for the job you do. May I respect you till the end of my last breath. May I bow down to you when a thing I do is against your esteem. May I everyday love you for your unreturnable gift.

Until the next,

Vidhi :)