SOLACE

I have been searching for a home all my life.
Not a place, exactly — a feeling.
After I left everything behind, the search grew quieter
and deeper.

In unfamiliar places, walking slowly among trees,
something began to speak to me.
Not in words. Not in names.
But in the rustle of leaves,
in the light between the branches,
in the wind breathing across water.

It felt like recognition.

In those moments, I understood:
nothing is separate.
Nothing stands alone.
Nature doesn’t reflect us —
we’re made of it.
Everything is one.
Everything is Nature.