People like to flaunt the prospect of only having a single life as though they were all knowing enlightened beings. They teach you, with much vigor, the dos and don'ts of a life well lived and how to be comely copies of each other. Except, we are not. We have forgotten the meaning and instead become as agreeable as we can with those who we put into power above us. We work ourselves to our bones and drain our vitality until we grow numb and ravenous, but we don't have to be tamed and starving animals! We are dire wolves ready to roam! Birds' eager to soar!
The world around us blurs and we are so spun by our own tales that we have forgotten why we were made to become dizzy.
We were once children with the tulips and grass and little bees. We were once descendants from the cynosure who connects the Heavens to the Earth! Now we have raped the land and exploited its loveliest secrets for our individual gain. We have taken everything we want from the land, but our greed drives us into blind greed, so we repeat our disgraceful actions upon each other.
We no longer revere our land for the glorious home mother nature crafted for us! We do not take comfort in her arms! They are not cool enough! They are not warm enough!
Instead, we have chosen to block out the outside world so we can retreat safely into our very own personal worlds. No one else is allowed in! We forget the wonder of our own birth.
An old woman, who rocks slowly by the hearth without eyes, has witnessed more than any other child! They, who are forced to know patience and balance, have made a deeper connection with their surroundings than those who get to see it all around them each day.
We need to slow down…
Go look at the moon! Go touch grass! Have you ever watched the stars waltz with one another? Have you never wondered what may be just out of sight? We were gifted these mesmerizing mysteries only eons ago and there is still endless time to discover them. We can reach them with our arms and our spirits- people will tell you to open your wallets.
I will not sing with the vultures.
They have torn the holy nexus apart into tiny shreds they send by envelope on beasts that gurgle and spit out black smoke into your own lungs.
Enjoy your life in any way that you see fit. So long as it is you who sees it so. If television and war games and chemically crafted foods make you happy, then be happy. We all are subjected to the same vices, I love to break out the naughty cheese crackers, I'll eat the whole box and watch people on tv experience an imaginable version of life!
Do not take me for a circling vulture with a god complex who tells you how to live your life. If that is what you see, I implore you to read this all once more. Read it outside! I dare you, so you must! Haha.
Comfort is not evil; the ones who take it away and sell it back to you are.
We are nurtured by unseen forces. We are directed by tingly little feelings in our guts and our hearts. We used to be one with these things until someone decided to cut the cord. Let us take our heads out of the sand and take a real look around. Go outside and breathe in the air. Take in the leaves of a tree or the soft clouds who patiently drift by. Did you hear that bird? Did you notice that bug crawl by?
What you feel right now is the original nexus. Our original connection with mother nature and all her children.
The forces around you push you forward. Tenderly they comfort us, relentlessly, boundlessly, we are the bridge between the heavens and the Earth…