Breathe in.
A tree exhales.
Breathe out.
A tree inhales.
We are threaded into the same cycle, bound by the same breath. But where a tree simply is, we are given choice. We transform, but to what end?
A tree takes in earth and light, weaves them into fruit, shelter, and shade. It does not question, does not doubt. We, too, take in energy, information, time—but what do we create? A song, a tool, a home? Or a weapon, a wound, a wasteland?
Unlike the tree, we can choose how we give back. Unlike the tree, we can forget we are part of the cycle at all.
What are you making with what you take in?
Spiritual Gravity 