A world full of life
Tuned for my existence
Without asking me!
Now I look at my phone
Trying to understand
But the stars do not care
I can listen to them
(Whispering…)
We are all here so that you can Be!
And still, you question us
You need reasons, explanations
In a world full of life
You do not take life for granted
But you question it
Believing that the rocks and the stars are dead
That there must be a special reason for Being
Enough!
Stop asking
Breath…
What can be?
Except for the things that I see
The things that I feel
The things that are close to me
And yet, I only understand Being
When I close my eyes
And see nothing but me…
Long before rising seas swallowed Doggerland beneath the North Sea, this lost landscape may have been a surprisingly lush and life-friendly haven. New DNA evidence reveals that forests of oak, elm, and hazel were already thriving there more than 16,000 years ago—thousands of years earlier than scientists thought possible. Even more astonishing, researchers detected traces of a tree species believed to have vanished from the region hundreds of thousands of years ago. (source)
Silent forest.
A lost world.
Trees that once were now gone.
A thriving forest now underwater.
Dry land. Water rising. Soil wet.
Now silent seas.
Speaking the same to whoever is there to listen.
(Our message is not meant to be heard…)
That is why we always change and yet we speak the same.
Don’t be attached to anything.
Like the forest or now the sea.
Will change again.
What once was will be no more.
What was not will rise again.
Even the world itself will die, like it was once born.
And again, some humans will try to understand.
Without being aware that in a world where nothing truly is,
it is them who are the greatest question mark…
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