First published 18/11/21 – Last updated 18/6/25
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Nature’s Beauty Poem: We Know Where We Belong by Natacha Neveu for TheSortingHouse
Here’s a raw, reverent ode to our savage nature. A poem about nature’s beauty, an offering from the wild, undomesticated being that still lives inside of a materially crafted us. It comes from the place that remembers natural instinct, organic rhythm, and what’s real beneath all the synthetic noise.
It’s a thank you to the cosmic mother; our earth, origin, source, and a nod to anyone who feels that pull to return to something honest, something told of in tales of old. Inspired by the art of strong women and the men shaped by them. This adoring nature’s beauty poem moves through elemental archetypes and paradoxes; fire and water, air and earth, gentleness and ferocity, destruction and rebirth.
Think of it as a reminder, a call to come back to yourself regardless of what is happening.
When we drift too far into the numbness of modern life, our bones still know the way home.
Our breath still remembers the trees.
Our hearts still move with the tides.
To honour what’s fierce and gentle, messy and sacred.
To find rhythm again, to rest in between, and to remember what it feels like to belong to our earth’s song.
Nature’s Beauty Poem: We Know Where We Belong
We know where we belong,
as savage as the wild animal,
as gentle as the summer breeze.
Confused misty mornings,
with dew dripping down from the trees,
caressing delicate petals and kissing fallen leaves.
Subsequent times of drought and stagnation.
We break, eroding, we lose parts of ourselves.
We decay, we die over and over again.
Yet still, fearlessly,
we bring forth beauty and life,
and all that is whole.
We know where we belong,
as relentlessly powerful,
loving, culling, persistent as the waves.
As nourishing and destructive as the water,
we carve, we crave.
As brazenly formative as the wildfire,
cleansing with heat, floating like ashes.
Renewing, sinking in the cold.
Switching, mirroring, reflecting.
The same essence, different expressions.
Like sand and glass, gas to solid and back again,
we alchemise.
Forever coding, decoding.
We build all beings.
We know where we belong,
through endless dark nights,
into the depth of the soul,
like the light of our sun dawning.
Rhythmically blazing, in continued burning.
We rise.
Guided by the cosmic currents,
that sweep through our earthly mother,
in tune with her rhythm.
Within and without.
As one with our nature,
above and below.
Through all that is.
We dance wildly,
on the doorsteps of tremendous worlds.
We know where we belong,
We walk with life,
ushering beginnings,
and honouring endings.
We breathe.
We sing new frequencies into existence.
We heal generations,
both forwards and back.
We are not separate from any of it.
From the ground comes the fruit,
from the sky falls the seed.
We know where we belong,
not a single part of the sum can be subtracted.
Every calculation, every possibility,
every fractal fragment,
lives within us.
And so, quite easily, if we willingly choose it,
we remember,
and we know exactly
where we belong.
Reflections
This poem is a reminder for the seekers, the rooted and uprooted ones, the wanderers, the lost and found, those that remember lifetimes spanning eons, and those of us only just beginning the remembering.
We are the breath of the earth, the spark of the cosmos, and the echo of generations.
No matter how far we drift, we can return, again and again, to that place of wholeness held by our great earthly mother.
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Let’s keep weaving the thread back to our nature, together.