THE WORLD IS A PULSE AND I LOVE THE WORLD

I wrote a passionate comment on someone’s blog earlier and I’m just so happy I want to share it with yoy all because the world needs more love


“do you think ants understand their significance, do they cherish their hills?”


What defines significance? I find it in everything. Don’t you find it less lonely knowing we are not the only species crawling in and out of the earth like little cockroaches? Bugs, insects, animals. They do their own thing, and the we all have the same constant; Survival. We live in symbiosis and not a hierarchy. We need each other.

You can really tell when things are made out of unbridled love. Stained with stories. Plastered in ribbons. Symbolistic architecture. Just like the world. Made with such intricate details all you want to do is splay your hands and drag your fingers across every single texture to absorb not just energy but the love put into it. The care. The happiness. Don’t you just imagine every giggle and laugh a creator has spilled from his mouth as he spent time nurturing a beautiful planet? When you laugh, the world shall laugh with you. When you cry, the world will cry with you. The world. The world is alive because love is alive. It is a pulse that beats with compassion and joy. And sometimes it is a pulse that beats with anger and sadness. With each beat, roots in the ground are channeled with energy. Like nerves, they spread across the body of the Earth to envelop the brown flesh underneath the skin of green and yellow. When it inhales, the oxygen it takes in is life itself. Maybe that’s how death is formed. Even in death, you shall become one with the world as it envelops you in its belly, leaving soil and roots to take hold and wrap around you. When it exhales, creation is formed. Flowers and sprouts bloom from the skin, healing cuts and bruises and growing where the dead used to reside as a natural graveyard made purely out of color and soil.

Lay on the ground and listen to the noises the trees make as their leaves and branches connect with each other. It gets uncomfortable feeling bugs squirm around your body, but they’re not always there to hurt you. Maybe they observe us just as we observe them. Press your ear against the soil and listen for the heart, beating slowly as you rest against it. You both have roots, just one of a different kind. Connect your organic ones to soil covered nerves, you become “one” and pulse with mixed energy. The frequencies it sends to your body is healing every part of you.


True love is grown without begging for care. It gives care to us. Love is indeed a candle flickering, unbothered, without a group of moths swarming around it. No matter how bright it shines, it endures and persists no matter the external or internal forces giving it any mind. It stays resilient in the wind. Even in death it lets out an aroma, a ghost of it’s presence before it fades away. Even if the light doesn’t fossilize, it leaves an imprint in someone’s mind.

God doesn’t want to be the only thing that people should admire. it’s his creation. You are right. Beauty was not made for God. God gave beauty to us. Beauty is everywhere. Connected in the heartstrings of the earth. Beating in sync with every creature. Appreciate everything as it pulses with you…

extra: have you guys tried grounding? it is scientifically studied that being barefoot in nature heals your body and reduced inflammation without medication


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