I love how Rosemerrry finds the words to describe what I encounter.
How many times have I noticed the various things she describes...
..."fallen logs decompose, wood rots, decays. Bark peels.
Brambles scramble", while I'm walking in the woods.
How messy it all really is. But its not chaotic is it?
There's a purpose within the apparent disorder.
Grape vine tnngling and mangling nearby branches,
stands of poison ivy making navigating trails treacherous.
It's a humble jumble of amazing scope for life beyond us humans.
Not designed for Architectual Digest.
"All belongs. All belongs."
Even so, I have to resist the wish to tidy it up a bit.
I must stretch in order to let everything belong, just as it is...
accept the insect bites and unkempt forest floor...
Even celebrate the clutter and disarray.
"the more it stretches, the more it rots, the more it grows."
A wondrous cycle of life and death turning round and round.
And doing so with or without us haughty humans.
Namaste'
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