If Earth grows people the way a tree bears fruit, then these were its blossoms.
The clearest picture of what a human life looks like when it remembers its place in the whole and begins to truly care.

Think of a Buddha, a Lao Tzu, a Jesus, a Rumi.
Different cultures, same pattern.
Not supernatural, just fully in harmony with the world that made them,
each shaped by the limits and realities of their own time.

When we remember our bond with life, balance becomes natural again.

Nature doesn’t flourish through domination, but through relationship.

Each one mirrors what most of us have forgotten:
that thriving never happens alone.

That’s why this world feels so loud and empty at the same time.
Maybe the gods are still waiting for us to imagine with them again.

And somewhere in that forgetting, what we now call civilization began.

But somewhere along the way, we stopped imagining with the gods.

That feels to me like the closest we ever come to being in conversation with life.

It’s our power to dream, create, and shape worlds at will.

Thanks for sharing, Mauis. When we act for the innocent, life always finds a quiet way to return that kindness. 🌱