Stream of Perception

"We do not own the land, the land owns us. The earth is our mother, the starting point where it all began. Dig up a little bit of the earth and you will see that it represents where we came from and where we are destined to end. The earth is our food, our soul, our spirit, our identity. We have no borders, no enclosures, no property rights. We belong to the earth. She is our spiritual world." https://youtu.be/OnWGXMDhwi8

https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC4428073/

You came from the Earth and you never left it. The Earth experiences your life through you. Through your fibres and tissues. Through your nerves and tendons. Through your synapses and neurons. Through your thoughts and ideas. Through your imaginations and dreams. Through your desires and drives. Through your emotions and fears. Every part of your experience is an extrusion of the sacred Earth into your perception. The Earth is you. You are the Earth. The Earth is the insects and the roots below, the microbes and the fungal networks, the predatory creatures and the timid grazers. The birds in the bushes and the snakes in the leaves. The veins in your arm and the cells in your veins. It is ancient and fluid, flowing and intricate, branching and exploring through the aeons, through it’s innumerable and uncountable creations. They emerge as sensory apparatus from it’s ancient flowing depths and when their function is fulfilled, they descend and dissipate

A creature you will not bother to name but that can name itself in anything I push up through the stems of flowers and step out on to lawns. I am a star-swan, am newly-frozen rain cracking under paws. I am Imagination; brushing against railings they glow I leave light In trees, know not whether It Is a lawn or universe I am crossing. So be quieter my friends, do not talk too much of me; some vision of this planet might come and go while you put into words my wonder. I am whatever wakes you from comfortable beds to come shivering— nightgowns around you— to press faces against freezing cloud. And I am what you step towards in wonder, the rainbow found breathing in bushes, the first creature seeing through mists new planets floating. I follow the ant in its tree-trunk world. I am imagination, when I enter your women they glow; you would pull curtains back on them that heaven might see its only rivals. Are you watching me, here with the lawns In your noses? Whatever shape I take I will not