Also, spot the ladybird 😉
In the air
Like static, unspent.
Is the fear of time, and purpose wasted.
Everyday which goes by,
Without a routine,
(With, or without?)
It can scratch against my ‘ground’
Like a big fat Bat (or a rat)
Round bound (hush hush, why why!?)
Hard sweeping brush.
It’s etching away at the trail which I’d marked myself, in the vain hope I could ever, if needed, turn to the tattooed ground.
(What, and be found?)
To remind myself of the way I am headed, and the way I have come.
The path upon which, I thought I had gained some footing, it’s fading.
(and i’m not far behind)
It is during these moments, when locked inside,
A tightly binding labyrinth,
Of excessive reflection, that I long for the traveller’s Compass, to remind me of…
Which direction to take? In order, to step forwards and march on!
Sometimes, the colours on life’s map become faded.
If you want to re-connect with your roots, re-acquaint yourself with nature, and generally remind yourself about what it means to live, to be human (and therefore crafty, inquisitive, ambitious), then I strongly recommend you take some time to just have a little dig.
Uproot some Dandelions, or a bit of your lawn. Expose the soil, and take in the roots. Stick your hand into the soil, gather some of it in your hands. Give it a squeeze, and crumble it between your fingers, allowing it to gently sprinkle back down into the ground.
Take in the smell of the Earth, the texture, the colour, the weight. It’s almost like feeling Earth’s pulse. Nurse the Earth, and in turn you will find, it nurses you right back.
Upturned soil reveals:
Rooted beneath the Earth’s ‘skin’, are the fibrous, nerve like ‘wirings’, which give rise to the flowers we see, sprouting deliciously, above the surface.
They are remarkably similar to the Synapses, which are our human brain’s own ‘system of shoots & roots’, if you like.
These fire and receive the neurotransmitters, which power our emotions, thoughts, memories, actions and reactions. You can certainly liken the roots under our own skull, to the ‘flowers’, of thought and of volition.
We are the Earth.