Writing On the Ground

A ventured stroll away from talk taking in all superfluous detail allowing it to fill my corrupted senses an escape from the tedium it invites me to escape from the routine. To open new ways of perceiving at what has been seen before yet never revealed afore. Rarely a moment goes by when the same view cannot take on a new hue for the view is alive pumping subtle life into each crook and cranny so that every microcosmic detail the tiniest of other earthly intelligence are also offered the opportunity the same that we are given to flourish of making a worthy society. Beneath our very feet subtle signs are there for us to perceive if only our eyes are able to notice. Cracks and fissures around infrastructures hardened textures allow glimpses of those forces not insubordinate just seeking a share of living space to echo their colourful vibrations on our un-perceiving attentions. An eye so keen to accept such notices might be tempted to see such sacred messages for us to feel or heed. Madness may even encroach to accept the design of such a divine creation is at work edging around our corrosive borders. Behind the corporal language a communication so deep and so fine no human sense could fully comprehend. Unless we learned to abandon our fleshy bony vehicles for a simpler primordial state surrender complete intimacy with all of creation. Hearing unutterable whispers of shining comfort through the cracks and fissures along the pavement, striding, roaming surging up through gutters and drains. The unsuspecting borders between nature and our singular self-enhancing interactions. Life is surging, urging us to manifest, in joining in feeding on its royal bosom sharing in the feast of creation so we, in turn, will return to nourish the elementary message of our purest love.