Vitta

To live,
is merely an instinctive act.
To be alive.
Therein lies true rebellion.
Active in defying bliss,
locking lips,
in an eternal kiss,
with the singing trees and the soothing breeze;
Where whistling winds whisper and everything the sun touches,
is a brother and sister.
Where green is the vibration of the omni-present om.
Where green is more,
than the color of a scene.
And home is wherever you rest your feet.
Wherever earth may dirty you
and that dirt is worn
like the threads
with which your body is adorned,
worn with pride - there you are alive.