A great reflection that rains down on the attitude of us humans. So many warnings, so many alerts that we are further and further from the path, have not been repaired, but have increased the evil, if we can call it that.
Farther and farther from the natural, we allow ourselves to be seduced by all the sirenistic bombardment of technology.

Life is in nature, but most of us live immersed in a kind of non-life or nondeath, with no beginning or end that takes our senses away from physical reality and frames them in other realities that distract our progress towards the infinite possibilities of truly human growth.

Nature as a noble mother, as a sister, as a friend calls us, shows us subtle signs where beauty is a force to rise, to enter into one and let go of illusion. But, instead of looking for the right key that opens the lock, we play at hiding it so that no one will find it, entertained by the futuristic vision that presents sensitivity and consciousness as controlled hallucinations.

In another vein, I was fascinated by the images and the poem is a true reverberation of beauty presented as a wave that delights, and at the same time scares by the nearby states of ecstasy that cross the border between the living and the dead, breaking kingdoms, resurfacing in other forms of existence.