In the Open,
my flesh is the soil of the mother Earth,
my heart, beating with the planet’s core,
my lungs, absorbing scented air,
my limbs – the trees of the green flora.

In the Open,
my hair is the wild wind,
my blood, flowing through rivers’ untamed veins,
my eyes, seeing above from turquoise skies,
my tears – the crystal drops of falling rains.

In the Open,
the dawn is my awakening,
my body, bathing in rays of warm sunlight,
my moods, changing with the weather,
my soul, resting wrapped in gentle twilight.

In the Open,
my soul is at home –
it can feel connection,
it can sense its primal nature,
it can find its true direction.

The Open manifests Perfection.

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