Monster storms and floods such as those prophesied by visionaries and scientists alike force us to attention.
Watch how suddenly conspicuous the word "nature" becomes.
Nature again spoken of as if it was capitalised with an upper case "N".
Nature dominating sentences as if the politician concedes—at wit's end—that natural consequence does indeed have the last word.
Nature in the forefront of conversation as it was in ages past when humans were independently sensitised to their personalised interdependency on seen and unseen forces of fundamental being.
Predictably at times of impending doom—when struck through and utterly defenceless—if it isn't faith in total absolution that lifts our hearts into mouth and hands into prayer, it's fear of an ultimate undoing.
What will it take to precipitate the conscious undoing that prepares for embodied absolution by your own purified command of grace?
Basically, what will it take for you to die awake to your absolute nature?
In the eye of death, even the lies laid waste like hurricane debris shall be accounted for. In the eye of the bigger picture, all patterns are made observable. What of your patterns?
Which of your patterned responses are entrained through fear, self-digust, self-sabotage, hatefulness and self-righteousness, even under the assumed protection of your rights to victimise those you feel transgress your boundaries?
Will it be enough just to think and breathe yourself awake, when your flesh body is subject to consequence of ancestral, historical ignorance and perpetual divisiveness? And if it is, how will you know beyond resurfacing doubt?
Which of your patterned modes are engrained through random-seeming acts of kindness that—when all is told—amount to a heart purified through clear seeing and lightened through forgiveness?
Tapas...it comes again strongly. Tapas.