Patterns of Me
What It Means to Be a Messenger of Nature
By Mystik SerpentPublished 6 years ago • 1 min read
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I seek refuge in light and look for god in the mesmerizing patterns of the carpet only to find out I'm looking for myself in there. I shapeshift from a beast to a tree, to a rock, to a soul, just to wander around the aspects of what one might call "life". I talk to the wind and to the moon, so I can learn how as a human, I can bring their words into action.
I walk barefoot on the grass and dance as the tiny plants of wisdom caress my skin. I breathe in life and breathe out love for nature, for humans, and for life. I’m on a mission to discover the simple secrets of the universe, the union of dark and light, the majestic cycle of life.
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About the Creator
Mystik Serpent
Just a girl who tries to make sense
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