I Am Nature - A Poem Exploring Who We Are

In this soundscape laced with gentle words, you’ll be guided into a reflective and sensory-rich journey through the natural world and your place within it. Blending poetic language with grounded presence, this poem explores what it means to belong to life, not as something separate, but as life itself becoming aware. You'll be invited to soften the boundaries between self and world, and to rest in the quiet knowing that you are nature, making sense of itself. I have hand-gathered the nature soundscapes from New South Wales in Australia, where we hear the unique 'whip-crack' sounds from the Whipbird, the bubbling Noisy Minors, croaks from Golden Bell Frogs, and Black Field Crickets. I hope this recording helps you remember your place in the greater Whole, and perhaps even helps you see that your deepest questions are what makes us who we are. Much love, from Sez.

Transcript

I walk outside and introduce myself to an unfamiliar morning.

The cotton grass is laced with dew.

Resin sap glows in the rising light against the black bark of the mimosa tree.

Whitbird lassoos the stillness with the syrinx of her throat.

And a joey chews his cud of grass,

Jaw circling.

He scratches his belly like a dog digs up earth,

Then bounces away heavy thuds like a clodding heartbeat heard upon the loam.

Mist fills the valley and rests in the trees.

Condensation drips in gentle pets to the ground.

It's raining beneath the canopy.

I cannot name all the birds and my voice doesn't carry upon the wind.

I cannot cover the land with my body.

What am I in all of this?

What can I offer in the grand scheme of things?

Am I just a namer,

A separate reductionist,

Viewing life from its lonely distance?

I hold a feather up to the light.

Its purple vein and downy white barbs gently wisp between my fingers.

Through my sense perceptions,

I'm invited into relationship with all of life.

My body an extension of the earth,

Knowingly so.

I reflect on mortality and on meaning and on what it truly means to be here,

In the presence of both beauty and pain.

The very question of what my part is,

Is what I offer to the wild and the holy whole.

I am nature,

Making sense of itself.

Reviews

Loved it. It touched my heart and it reminded me of what i lost in person not in my soul. Thank you

Fabulous, abd fascinating

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As always ❤️🙏🌺

Beautiful forest sounds of nature…
Lovely
Namaste

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Lovely as always! Your words are medicine. 🤩

This was beautiful 🙏🏼🩷

Beautiful ♥️

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Absolutely beautiful! Thank you 🙏

Thank you for sharing yourself in such a beautiful way 🙏🏻🕊️✨

Beautiful, as always dear Sez 🙏🏼💝🌟

I love this so much Sez. I feel like I could have written it about my own life. Thank you 🙏🏼 ❤️🌲

Wonderful. I have never been to Australia..but this was such an intimate glimpse of nature on that continent. Thank you!

Your voice is healing