She Is Feeling

Small little caressing of hair on her face, she keeps them aside from her thoughts

As she is busy.

She is busy feeling.

She is feeling the wind touching her forehead with a force, a force not meant to blow her away.

She is feeling soft touches of watery waves as these pass through her into the sea of salt.

She is feeling sunshine, a shine that lights her up eternally when she peeps into the little lamp of candles. 

She is feeling horizon away in her thoughts in the thoughts of unknown 

She is feeling the earth, rustic but penetrable. 

She is feeling her babies crawl around her in a landscape portrait which touches the lines of the infinite. 

She feels them hate, love and taken away in the parallel time.

Who is she? 

Who is she?

She is nature who feels everything in nothing but nothing in everything.