Aide-Mémoire 11 - Escaping Imitations in Nature

I embrace the silence after the noise has flown,

A rise from dark to light, a path I've come to know,

From shade to sun, is what my soul begins to own,

In the realm of the original where concrete owes to stone.

In nature, I hear the genuine, its voice unbound,

Far from the imitated beauty that's often found,

Here the truth doesn't fade, I feel it all around,

Closer with each step, in this quest spellbound.

Here I'm no imitator, but a seeker true,

For realities unseen, for wisdom to pursue,

No echo of the false, no residue,

But learning's light, to guide me through.

The wind, a whisper, carries truths untold,

The dunes, they support, in their sands enfold,

The sea, an endless symphony, I try to behold,

Here, in their harmony, my truths unfold.

Alone I stand, closer to what's real,

Guided by the essence nature reveals,

Away from imitation's binding seal,

I write not to imitate, but to free myself from imitations that conceal.