Nobility is strong as in strength, something here is immovable, Unwavering and tenacious. Like chords running swift through the land, Binding certain individuals to her heart.
The chord that binds a chivalrous man to his heart's desire. This is an irrevocable bond. The binding, the bonding of man to nature, It can never be broken. Walk on earth's pristine verdancy and be soothed
In her embrace, as strong as a mothers touch to her child, as strong as a lovers heart in devotion, As strong as the bounds of kinship and friendship.
Vétivérité encompasses the highest in man, the substance within us that is of the highest order enveloping all the attributes that we hastily neglect in this modernity.
Vétivérité is the promise of our highest potential, Residing in its clarity and purity lie all the noble gestures, it carries me aloft, Disrobes me of all the filters I have decorated myself with throughout life and resets my vision to the eyes of a newborn.
Only a two junctures in the life story do we find this pure estate, At birth and in death. Veils are lifted and the nature of human is bare and pristine.
Vétivérité is truth.
It gifts me a few moments of returning, The returning to an original state, From where we have wandered and been lost. It is primeval and somehow ignites in me a yearning for simpler times. It is a pure devotion to a pristine state.
