The nature in our nature
fights within its concepts
crawling away from its own nature,
facing itself to find an answer,
and in return only
a slap in the face
is gained.

It is our own conditioned nature
blinding us in favor
of a good flavoured belief.

Trapped in a mouse house
believing we exist
within a palace of golden ideals
thinking that it is freedom
when all we know is trapped
between those four walls
of golden darkness.

Upon and below us,
our limits sink us deeper
until there is no more room
to breathe.

In such realization,
the house disappears,
so does the mouse,
and its practical ideas.

The nature we had once rejected
becomes who we are in essence,
and in return, nature,
which surrounded our thoughts
unfolds new mysteries
that are getting ready
to be unveiled.

Nature setting the moment of bliss:
When we become nature itself,
and there is no more fighting,
only in us, the nature of love.