Mediating the world, ourselves. How can intentions expressed as words, as images, create the reality we are living?
Within the film of my life I create the story I am living.
That story also shapes outer events. The world coheres to my version of it.
Do you understand that
the world
is a mass hallucination?
That we have agreed
to hallucinate it this way
and we teach our children.
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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'serpent of leaves' appears in impromptu dance
Dancing over a rabbit warren in the roots of a green ash that was infected by the emerald borer and was cut down years ago, I wove my way up...
yes. yes. yes.
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I read an article about a teacher who no longer wants to teach Thanksgiving as a romanticized communion between the Native Americans and the Pilgrims, but rather as the beginning of the theft of land. The teacher...isn't appreciated by the local community. They prefer the hallucination.
ReplyDeleteHugs to you, Brenda...your posts are so beautiful, lyrical. Happy Thanksgiving. :)
:) Now I didn't just hallucinate two beautiful women did I?
ReplyDeleteHappy Thanksgiving, Bliss...
Hey, Stray... yes!