A dusty mass of antelope race across the heated grasslands.
A wall of smoke and flames race behind after engulfing the mountain side.
A moving, pushing, upending wind tears through the smoky and dusty skies.
But there is order and pattern and rhythm throughout all this … and all things.
Nature does not know chaos, because everything is connected.
To the human there is turmoil, standing and watching these things,
Because to the human, the chaos of the present moment is real.
It is the human who arrogantly defines the incomprehensible as “chaos”.
And even within each human, one eye sees chaos, while another sees order.
Within this brief moment, I will run in the grasslands to understand things better.
To remove my “human” in order to better honor this thread that connects.
This is my journey
— Nate Long “Owl”