sounds of sanity

miracles is the mud

The incessant buzz of talking heads.

The growl of the greedily-hoarding refrigerator.

The nagging memories of things I should have said.

Finally dawn comes and my regrets are drowned out by the singing of cicadas.

I step outside into the full moon haze

and join them in praising the soon-to-be Rising Sun.

…

I’m late.

A million other beings have been praying already for ours.

“No worries”, says the snake,

slithering by with his infamously curious grin.

…

Sounds of sanity suddenly interrupt my self-doubt.

A rooster wakes lost efforts.

A frog jumps out from the mud.

A myna flies over my head and for a moment,

I stopped thinking.

For a brief and glorious moment,

There I was.

The Indian Myna. (Acridotheres tristis) range of the common myna is increasing at such a rapid rate that in 2000 the IUCN Species Survival Commission declared it one of the world's most “invasive species” and one of only three birds listed among "100 of the World's Worst Invasive Species" that pose a threat to biodiversity, agriculture and human interests. As

Kollibri terre Sonnenblume

often discusses in relation to plants on his fantastic substack page

Speaking for the Trees, No Matter Where They're From

, the concept of “invasive” is a curious one indeed, and not only when referencing plants but animals too. I am working on an article about this. Stay tuned…

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I want to think like a grasshopper.

I want to see with the eyes of foggy mist.

I want to breathe again like we did before this.

Before modernity convinced us we needed more.

Why can’t my only task today be to fetch water?

What’s wrong with sleeping all day?

What’s wrong with merely having the aspiration to be?

The sloth isn’t lazy.

Rather it is we who work too hard.

And for what?

asks the purple sky.

You never come to see me any more.

So tired you have become from your complex existence.

Enjoy the collapse…

It’s like this every year.

Suddenly the mud starts to harden

and the ants come marching in.

The madness of the new day commences.

The singing silenced by cars and hopeful people making plans.

Meanwhile under the soil an enormous net is being spun

by a choir of unseen saints

who never missed a beat

even though most of us slept in.

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QUESTION: How do you greet the dawn?

#mayallbeingsbehappyandfree