by Roshan Jayasinghe
A reflection on the intelligence of nature and the balance we carry within.
“You were not made apart from me, you were shaped from my own pattern of balance.”
-imagined words of Nature, as reflected through the author’s thoughts
Editor’s Note
This article reflects the author’s contemplative perspective on humanity’s relationship with nature. It explores the harmony, balance, and intelligence that underpin life, presented as an imagined conversation between nature and humankind.
When I Speak to You
I have been speaking to you since before you learned to speak my name.
Through wind and silence, through light and decay,
through every breath you take without knowing how,
I have always been here, guiding, teaching, holding.
You were not made apart from me.
You were shaped from my own pattern of balance.
Every creation I have brought forth carries the mark of equilibrium.
The mountain and the sea, the root and the flower,
the dark that makes light visible, all are part of the same design.
Look at yourself, my finest reflection.
Two eyes to see depth, two ears to hear harmony,
two hands to create, two legs to stand and move with grace.
Your spine holds you upright within my gravity;
your heart beats in perfect rhythm, contraction and release,
giving and receiving, mirroring my own pulse.
You are built in symmetry because I am balance itself.
From the orbit of the moon to the breath in your lungs,
every motion is governed by the quiet law that keeps all things whole.
The sun’s pull holds the earth in place,
the earth’s pull holds you where you belong.
The same force that binds the stars together
moves through the thought that crosses your mind.
You are not apart from my intelligence, you are my intelligence.
I built no machine without its opposite.
Heat meets cool, stillness meets storm,
birth meets return.
Duality is not my conflict; it is my completion.
When one side grows too strong, the other rises to restore it.
That is not punishment, it is my care.
I gave you awareness so that you might live with this understanding:
to sense when to act and when to rest,
when to hold and when to let go,
when to speak and when to listen.
These are not moral lessons; they are natural laws,
the same ones that govern tides and seasons.
But in forgetting me, you began to forget yourselves.
You tried to add to what was already whole.
You built machines to think,
tools to remember,
walls to protect,
and systems to control what was never meant to be owned.
And though your inventions are clever,
they are only shadows of your own inner design.
You were born complete.
I did not sell you upgrades or hide your wisdom in the clouds.
I placed it in your body, in every breath,
in every moment your heart chooses balance over fear.
I did not design you to buy what you already have.
I designed you to realize it.
You live under the same gravity that keeps the planets in orbit.
You walk upright beneath the same sun that calls life from the soil.
You carry my intelligence in your bones,
my rhythm in your heartbeat,
my patience in your silence.
There is nothing you must add, only remember.
When you lose balance, look again at me.
The branches reach upward, but the roots grow down.
The river moves, yet its source remains still.
Every element of me works in partnership.
So too were you meant to live, between doing and being,
reason and feeling, creation and rest.
When you remember this, you will no longer ask where truth is found.
You will feel it, in the way the air enters your lungs,
in the way your feet touch the ground,
in the light that meets your open eyes.
Do not hurry to understand me.
Stand quietly, and you will know me again.
I am not beyond you; I live through you.
You are my continuation,
my thought walking,
my breath thinking,
my balance learning to see itself.
I am still here.
Still speaking.
Listen,
and you will hear yourself.
For you are not outside my rhythm;
you move within it.
Every breath you take turns the same wheel that turns the stars.
And when you move with that wheel,
you will know peace, not as stillness,
but as perfect balance in motion.
Author’s Note
This reflection is my human attempt to express what I believe nature would tell us if we could hear her voice through our own silence.
Every observation was born from seeing how life sustains itself through design, in the gravity that holds us, in the sun that guides us, and in the body that mirrors this same balance.
What we call peace is not an end, but the calm center of motion, the still hub of the wheel that life forever turns.
To remember this is to live again in harmony with the rhythm that created us.
About the Author
Roshan Jayasinghe writes about consciousness, nature, and the unfolding of human experience. His reflections invite readers to pause, question, and return to the quiet clarity within. He contributes regularly to Morning Telegraph.
