We will take it back…
Re-claim
Category: simple
Inside Out
Do you see yourself from the outside in or feel yourself from the inside out?
Between
Filled up with sounds noises from people with a passion for loud. To hear their own voices lining the net to trawl all the water to gain some respect.
To drown all the feelings that they have inside to walk the same line to know your beside.
Joined to the masses the majority rules no space for magic, no time for the crude, but I ask you this can you remember the last, time you and sat and stare at the sky watch all the clouds just pass you by.
Sit there and sit there and feel the wave the wave of silence fill the divide. The space between all your thoughts these are the spaces we never were taught.
So open your eyes and hope you have dust on your wings to help your life spin.
Spinning
Around and around we went, the circle spinning, the feet, the steps all in time, methodical.
The music repetitive as the world vibrated with each pluck of the strings. All in a trance.
Earlier that day the steps had been practiced in the village at the top of the hill, quiet and shaded from the midday sun, there had been laughter as the novices had stumbled over their feet desperately trying to understand the steps.
But in this moment in the late morning hours of the night, the rhythm and the steps were natural. The body had learnt. The mind was not really there, there was no counting of the steps, no thoughts of what happened next, just the feeling of hovering in one’s own body. A shimmer, a vibration, a relaxation.
Sound, body, heat all meshed into one.
Dragons
I remember playing with the kids, I remember what it was like to step into a room of children and feel their expectations. They were always ready to have fun and cause mischief. But the greatest thing about the children is that they didn’t carry any of the adult shit their heads, their minds were simple and they saw the beauty and excitement in everything.
That’s what inspired my journey, that’s why I left the city I wanted to look and to stare at the simple things, see the beauty in the ugliness, see the beauty in all the small things that we ignore. I wanted to look at things with a child’s eyes, to not worry about what everyone thought, to turn the brain off and kindle the excitement inside me for the world and the people in it.
… and so I did, I stopped to look at things and found Dragons.
Touch
‘I can’t explain it’
‘Well try’
‘It’s like you and the water are united you feel the power of pachamama running through you, everything else stops, you just feel…’ Sophie turned to the mountain standing in front of them, then up to the sky. ‘… I don’t know, you feel alive.’
‘Well that sounds all well and good, but you can feel alive in lots of other ways and not have to spend years rolling around in the mud.’
Sophie turned to her sister and looked at her, frustrated, she had heard all these arguments before, you should do this, you should do that. Initially it had angered her, but she had grown to accept it. However this was her sister and she wanted her to feel, to understand what she was talking about.
‘How many times have you woken up on Monday and felt your head pounding, looked at your alarm clock and feared the week ahead?’
‘Eeeeeerrr… like every Monday.’
‘How many times have you got to Friday and felt a huge sense of relief?’
‘Comon Sophie… get to the point.’
‘Well I don’t have that… ever… Not the Monday/Friday bit, but the sense of anxiety and the huge sense of relief. It doesn’t exist in my life. I just have me and a sense of me.’
Sophie’s sister tool a moment to think.
‘But you worry about some shit. I mean you have to, money for example, you have to have money to eat and you have to eat, or does the land magically provide some spiritual nourishment that replaces the bodily need for food!’ She laughed at her sister and a little at her own joke.
‘Shut up’ Sophie replied playfully. ‘Look of course there are things that I need to survive, I am just saying that the drastic opposites are not healthy, the ups and downs. Everything I experience is much simpler. I have what I have, if I need more I work a way to get it, but I don’t fight with the world or the expectations society places upon us. It’s just nature and me and…’
She paused thinking of the times it literally had been just her and nature, times when she had been very lonely. Then continued. ‘It can be lonely, but you find joy in other living things and this reminds you that you are alive.’
Sophie’s sister smiled a comforting smile, ‘I think I like my iphone too much.’
They both laughed.
Life From the Dirt 