Nature still works!
It’s March and right on cue, there’s brilliant green everywhere,
The trees have woven beautiful new foliage for themselves.
They know it’s time,
They read the wind and earth and water,
And this is what they say, ‘We will uphold nature, will you?”
Did you know that blood smells of rust?
That our starburst mangled bodies die to awaken?
That in all the liminal space of time—
Truths unfold in ontological puzzlement,
Amazed at their own impertinence?
For what is anything amid infinity?
And where’s the space for infinity in our small is?
The renderings of visions wild,
All these data streams of forever dreams—
Will we ever truly reconfigure?
There is a silent, screaming, streaming smile—
There is a thunderous rapture building—
Just out of reach.
Walk into the whirlwind—
We do a great disservice to the world, when we describe it, perceive it, classify it only through an evolutionary paradigm. All around, there are birds flying for the sheet joy of it, looping across the sky; monkeys whooping and playing and taunting dogs; there is a cow and a cat making friends… And the sun, great fiery ball of hydrogen though it may be, is smiling across to us from that unimaginable distance this fine end-of-summer day.
Even in our ‘modern’ ‘scientific’ minds, surely there is some space to expand our perception of this Earth, this Universe, to include love, the play of the spirit and sparkling, connecting joy?
Irrespective of species?
The mind extends beyond the body, it has to. If we can accept wi-fi, why can’t we think of our brains as being able to transmit waves of thought and intention? It’s all the co-mingling of matter and energy and vibrations, isn’t it?
What if the purpose was not to merely ‘evolve’? But to experience? To add? To feel?
What if each life, each rock, each drop of water, was an end in itself?
Words tell you that here, this is the thing,
That circumscribed within me is a something…
When you go and look,
You see a too-muchness that cannot possibly be described…
So you ask them,
Are you sure you have said the thing?
Oh yes, they exclaim,
We are right, we are what is!
You stare into your ever-shifting mindscape,
Into the indescribable deep…
And know, that words cannot follow you here!
You indulge them though—
You tell then,
Yes, you said it true!
You are right, you are what is,
Without you, the world could not be seen.
Suppose the way lay through the air?
Would you with your pink lightning wings,
Go charging across the ocean,
Straight to what you thought was the heart of the world?
The tears of cut grass smell so mellifluous!
Everything spills tears today – from me.
I imagine you at least, free—
Soaring, with those crackling wings,
Reaching at last that space of my torment;
Of my deepest longing.
Your face is daylight,
Learn why don’t you, to flow free?
Emotions too big for the body,
Carried across the infinite sea—
Your hands caress the breeze.
When will healing come,
Is that what you wonder?
With your faraway look,
Your voice trailing off into a book…
Your spirit is fire,
Feel it. Be it.
Be your own healer,
You – who are every infinity!
Just a collection of reactions,
Just a rapture felt far off.
Awake sometimes upon the ether.
Humming to a rhythm unfelt.
What’s to do with this bag of wishes,
This chitinous tentacle of need?
Words spill in a variegated tangle,
Stain the mouth they cannot feed.
There is no ‘I’ here—
Look under the chaos,
There is no one here to answer:
Your outstretched hand,
Your everything smile.
There are shadows though,
With them will you dance?
Would you clasp close, these discarded images;
That could perhaps pass for a self?
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Hold up the sky.
Channel the sun.
Encircle the earth.
Lead us from sorrow to light!
Forget about the sun,
You who have not seen the sky an age—
Your shadows burn too dark.
I will sing in the sunlight,
I will dance in the rain!
I will find the light buried deep…
You experience love only through grief,
You cut yourself and others with your cold.
How will you ever fit into normal?
I carry the echoes of old wounds,
But I smile all the same.
I am me. I am. I just am!
You are one who cannot look upon a newborn child,
In the creeping cold you lie alone,
You birth weird words and wasteful things you call stories!
My words are my spirit guides,
They are healing and warming and companionship,
Bleeding away the dark like pink lightning—
With them I march,
With them I speak,
With them I am heard.
Read this week’s short story: Waiting
You become a stranger to yourself,
If you stare at the mirror long enough.
Eyes lose meaning,
Something goes floating,
Off in search of the heart of the world.
There is a jewel everywhere you look,
A glowing sunset trapped in each fragile moment,
In each hour whiled away in noise.
Treasure the rare moments of silence,
The chance to dive deep—
Into the truth.
Into the absoluteness of the self,
To the heart of the world.
How many times does the wave have to lash the shore to wash my mind clean?
There is a secret buried deep,
An enchantment dark and proud.
Here, in the space between infinities, awash
Was perhaps a space of rest,
Of respite and resolution.
The quiet lull I sought,
Not your shatter,
Not my noise.
The dark beckons a little too deliciously
A little too dangerously,
The melody sweeps me up.
Clothed in the lightest of gossamer
That wants to melt away,
I welcome the unknown, unafraid.
Dark and light all mixed up
Half magic, half hope,
In this twilight land, we can finally become us.
One my favorite things in the world is a sunset. The drama! The splendor! The colors!
Here’s a few shots from a particularly gorgeous sunset!
Conventional wisdom suggests that one should mainly shoot at dawn or sunset, but I’ve always been fascinated by the bright midday sun and how trees turn glowing and translucent under the strong rays of the sun.
Here are a few sun-warmed photos from a late afternoon walk: