WITHOUT WORDS & THOUGHTS…
…THIS SILENCE PRECEDING
THE VOICE THAT PRECEDES THOUGHT*
AS THE SOLITARY REMAINING SLENDER THREAD**
by Tara Singh
**Robert Johnson - https://dorotheamills.weebly.com/oceanspeak-youthanasia-sanctarii/umbilical-cords-infinite-now-golden-threads-february-4-2020
then you shouldn't talk, said the Hatter.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
and only be what you are.
having traded in our inner wilderness
for the opium glow of screens and more screens.
Our sedentary, indoor lifestyles
express our true domestication,
the Latin word for domesticus,
or “belonging to the house.”
For in the now 11 hours a day that Americans spend on screens, or 90 percent of the day that we are inside, anything that was once wild in us
has now laid down, obedient.
The lonely touch of keyboards;
the stale, recycled air of the indoors;
the plastic perfection of having everything new--
this is what has become the normalized expectation
of our consumeristic culture.
As Rewilding author Micah Mortali describes,
“We have come to see the earth as an endless resource instead of the source of our lives.”
because you breathe air?
Shame on you,
that you are alive in such a limited way.
Don't be without Love,
so you won't feel dead.
Die in Love
and stay alive forever.
- John O'Donohue
When the rhythm of the heart becomes hectic,
Time takes on the strain until it breaks;
The all the unattended stress falls in
On the mind like an endless, increasing weight.
Things you could take in your stride before
Now become labor some events of will.
Gravity begins falling inside you,
Dragging down every bone.
And you are marooned on unsure ground.
Something within you has closed down;
And you cannot push yourself back to life.
The desire that drove you has relinquished.
There is nothing else to do now but rest
And patiently learn to receive the self
You have forsaken in the race of days.
And sadness take over like listless weather.
The flow of unwept tears will frighten you.
now your soul has come to take you back.
To all the small miracles your rushed through.
When it falls slow and free.
Taking time to open the well of color
That fostered the brightness of day
Until its calmness can claim you.
Be excessively gently with yourself.
Learn to linger around someone of ease
Who feels they have all the time in the world.
Having learned a new respect for the heart
And joy that dwells far within slow time.