Green Reigns

I am out in the sucking, squelching mud, surrounded by everything green, vibrating frog song and incandescent fungus. So much water meeting sun.

I brought myself outside to cleanse this cluttered, intoxicating brain, to drink in deep gulps of the earth’s breath, to remember my body.

This mind is a cavern, a cloak, a flying trapeze act, a coyote, a conflagration, a sunken treasure, a snare, a train on greased rails, a secret garden, a black hole, a desert at dawn.

Sitting here in the beautiful muck on the banks of a creek, dark and churning, I am learning to let it all be. I know that beyond the reaches of this feral electric mind, there are salmon waiting in the deepest pool for just the right moment to propel their bodies upward and forward with a force I can smell, I can taste. Though I cannot see them through the roiling, stirred-up water, I can feel their sleek bodies silently sparkling there. I understand both, their quiescence and the necessary constraint of their potential. This lives in them, beyond thought.

I gaze at the marshmallow verdantly fanning all around me, their roots swelling yellow-white, fattening underground. I feel how truly the unseen is feeding the seen, how the dark is feeding the light, how death is feeding life, how below is feeding above. How emergence is happening in its own right timing within and without.

This moment brings a seed and I place it in my mouth. This is an act of contribution, of commingling, of allowing all that is simple and innate and alive within us.

Someone asked me today, ‘will you join in the love-songs of the world?’, and I said, ‘I am singing with it. Can you hear me?’

I am becoming a prism. Right here, eating light, holding dark, rainbow-tongued.