A Speck Of Stardust

I feel closest to God, to the Mother, when I'm in the midst of nature. The trees, the wind, every insect that scuttles along, and every predator that prowls... living its own life. Making its own path. The Mountain itself, akin to a sleeping giant with open arms. Caverns that hold that darkest of crevices and prettiest of lakes.

Waterfalls that are little more than a trickle but power on nonetheless. Everything about it serves to remind you that you are nothing and everything, all at once.

A speck of stardust, born in the right place and the right time to live life.