I can feel the heat of the volcano

I did not ask to be

Here

When the explosion happened

–but as it is happening

I see

There is a cycle to all this

Mountains

Open their long

Frozen lips

To replenish

The soils

Earth renews

Under the heat

Of such beauty

–and destruction

Sometimes I wonder

Are our thoughts part of nature too?

And our violence?

The way we kill each other—slowly

Through inattention

And blindness

The way we poison our earth body

And then stay inside

Walling ourselves

Off

From the pain of it

I have a VR program

Where I can breathe

Fresh air

bathe in the clear natural flowing waters

climb trees

& feel the sensation of a mosquito biting my flesh

Nature rises up in me

In dreams and moments of insight

revealing visions of healing

that turns the heart

(for no good reason)

towards compassion

Is there a good and evil to nature?

To the human heart?

Or are we invited, to the field

That Rumi spoke of? 

The one beyond these apparent dualities

The open field

Where we can lie down together

And be breathed by earth and sky

Forgetting for a moment

(or an eternity)

These distinctions

Such as mine and yours